I’m going to Northwestern. I’m going to get my apartment and my dogs and my new friends. I’ll wear boat shoes and bike to class. I’ll get new nicknames and tattoos and drink too much and he won’t be there. I’m going to have to find a way to be happy without Bash. The guy who taught me what happy meant. The guy who got me to stand up for myself. The guy who’s always been too good for this town. The best.
