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Harvard
November 17, 2013
Derek still hadn’t said he loved me.
And I hadn’t been stupid enough to say it again.
I’d thought that things would change afterward, but it was all remarkably the same. The same lab dates. The same Law Library study sessions. The same sailing expeditions. We were busy, but we were together. So, maybe it didn’t matter that I loved him… and he didn’t love me.
Maybe.
“You can’t stay in here all night,” Misty complained. She’d already changed into something straight out of Martha’s Vineyard. “There’s a huge party tonight. It’s Harvard/Yale.”
I wrinkled my nose and turned back to my work. “You know I don’t care about football.”
“I know, but again, it’s Harvard/Yale.”
“You keep repeating that like I care.”
“It’s your third year. I’d think you’d get into i
