But I still think about him. I think about him throughout my first week in college when I’m walking under the cherry blossoms. I think about him whenever I’m in town, grabbing coffee at Sun and Moon. I think about him when I’m on the phone with Mika, and we talk for hours. I think about him after an awkward blind date Oliver sets me up with. I think about him after a better first date with someone from my English class. I think about him after I finish writing our story and submitting it to a writing contest. I think of him when I win an
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