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you go to byu. its your first class on your first day. you didnt have much trouble finding the room and you sit down a few rows back from the front and just a little right from the center. you notice there is a little time before class starts so you reflect on your recent accomplishments and how they have led you this very moment. your full-ride academic scholarship. the new car your parents bought for you after the letter of commendation from your mission president. your new job at a really hip place that pays more than you tell your friends because you feel guilty for making that much for such an easy/fun job.
then you notice the seat next to you is empty and it for some reason reminds you of your ex-girlfriend. you suspected she wasn't being faithful when her perfume scented letters became less frequent, but you couldnt prove she was cheating. you were on a mission. she needed attention. it was no ones fault. and now that youre in utah, and shes still in idaho she "just cant do the whole long-distance thing" and she "doesnt wanna work on it." you sink in your chair a little, but just before you say "this is gonna be a long semester with out her", this girl:
walks in, sits right next to you, and sets her ipod just far enough over on her desk that you are able to see what shes playing with your periphery. you know that song, you love that song. you love her. you sit up in your chair. this is gonna be a good semester.
then you notice the seat next to you is empty and it for some reason reminds you of your ex-girlfriend. you suspected she wasn't being faithful when her perfume scented letters became less frequent, but you couldnt prove she was cheating. you were on a mission. she needed attention. it was no ones fault. and now that youre in utah, and shes still in idaho she "just cant do the whole long-distance thing" and she "doesnt wanna work on it." you sink in your chair a little, but just before you say "this is gonna be a long semester with out her", this girl:
walks in, sits right next to you, and sets her ipod just far enough over on her desk that you are able to see what shes playing with your periphery. you know that song, you love that song. you love her. you sit up in your chair. this is gonna be a good semester.