I remembered the first morning of classes, when I circled between buildings until I asked an older student for help. I had felt lost that day. Since then, I had learned the campus, made friends I could ask for help, and begun checking maps before I set out.Ryan remembered the girl who forgot her gloves in high school. These days, I checked the weather before class. I still forgot things sometimes and dealt with the cold on the way.Wind swept my hair across my face. I pushed it aside.“You’ve brought flowers and books. You’ve come to my dorm and my school. I’ve told you what I want, and I’m saying it again in person. Ryan, I don’t want to start over with you.”His fingers tightened around the railing.“Could you give me a chance?”“I loved you before. That was a part of my life. I’m making a different choice now.”Ryan watched me for a long time.“What I said in the activity room was wrong,” he said at last.I waited.“My friends asked about you, and I made them laugh at your expense.
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