This past weekend was a trying one as my two roommates urged me to dump my boyfriend who is "holding me back". One said: "You're 22 years old, you should be going out and having fun!"

I have no idea what they are telling me. Both of them came home on Saturday morning after a night of drunken sex, then Sunday morning both of them came home after another night of drunken sex with entirely different men. My Friday night after I came home from the bars was occupied with my cell phone and a boyfriend who desperately can't wait to see me in three weeks. That night I had about nine drinks, twice as many laughs, and one good cry into my dog's fur as he cuddled with me on my boyfriend's side of the bed.

Saturday night, I ordered pizza and plugged the web cam in for a date across the internet.

The next morning following these weekend nights, I rolled over and met a cold and lonely side of the bed, but I clicked my cell phone opened and there were several messages from a man who loves me.

Yes, I missed out on having sex with a complete stranger (twice) that weekend like my roommates, I wasn't able to come home the next morning wearing the party dress I had put on twelve hours before. I didn't smell like booze and sex. I hadn't managed to wake up next to a guy who probably doesn't remember my name yet alone my favorite flower or cares about my goals and dreams.

Instead, I stared at my little phone's text that was from my boyfriend, with these words: "I can't wait to share my life with you and spend every night with you in my arms, or at least an arms reach away."

The only things holding me back are the people who are telling me that I need to throw away the most important thing in my life.