I’d thought when I graduated and went off halfway across the country for college, I would forget about her. That those few weeks we spent together would be a distant memory belonging to a time everyone usually tries to forget. But I didn’t, not entirely. Every once in a while, I would do something or see something that would remind me of her. It could be as obscure as eating out and sitting in a booth or as direct as drinking a chocolate shake. The moments would be fleeting, but her smile, her laugh, would fill me with a homey feeling I can only describe as the one you get when you watch
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