Me and Amsterdam had a relationship. It was a definitely a love/hate relationship. I'm not sure exactly what happened in Amsterdam, but I can say with certainty, no-matter what happened, there will never be another weekend like the one I had in the Netherlands that semester. The truth is, I believe, this was the moment that everything I was before ended, and everything I would become began. Amsterdam is like the boyfriend you're glad you've dated, but also glad you've broken up. But, if he were to walk in the room right now, I'd instantly fall to my knees and beg that he take me with him.