February 12, 2015
She was 17 when they met. He was 19. It was during a morning class, and she remembers wearing a pajama bottom and a sweater. He poked his head through the door and said "hi." He was handsome even then and she knew that a lot of girls fancied him. It was maybe his height, or his fair skin, or his cute smile. For three years she harbored feelings for him, even when they became close friends she kept a certain hope close to her heart. Fifteen years later she would understand why some hopes are meant to be quashed.