The Girl Who Forgot Love

d, the harsh hospita

pale and strained,

ic humiliation at the Spring Fling. My

h settled over me: I remembered th

ive amnesia – specifically, all emoti

, even arrogant, when I offered only polite detachment.

anger, should have been. Everyone around me was fr

I wa

g emptiness, like reading a sad sto

s than I was? Was I broken? Who was I without the gi

udulent smile plastered on my face, I knew I couldn't pret

nal help. And that' s when destiny, or pe

nd, long-lost childhood friend, whose pres