Every year like clockwork, September meant School. And then the ritual. Standing in line – signing up for classes – always behind that one person you could never stand. Spotting the new kids – you can tell them a mile away. Nervous – always in the wrong line. Some look
Long story short: You moved in together. You said it was saving money – She said it was roommates. Deep-down; you liked the idea of living together. You weren’t seeing anybody else – you had the love thing down to a science. You were both pretty level-headed. Nobody got married
You had nothing in common – You had everything in common. You had nothing in common with each other. Oil and water – polar opposites – mashed potatoes and concrete. Her brother was a Marine – your brother was somewhere in Toronto She got accepted to Dartmouth – you’re waiting
