uture. NYU for me, NYU for David. We' d spent four years of high school working
lives we
from the living room. He was on the phone, his tone low and excited. I
stoked. California is
k in my hands suddenly fee
ard from him before. "I' m telling her tonight. I can' t do it anymore. Th
om my hands and hit the
g room we
l in his hand. The smile was gone from his face, replaced by
he said. It was
im, at the boy I had loved since we were kids, the boy who held my
he started, but the lie wa
small, broken sound. "UCL
is chin lifting with a hint of defiance.
hat about us?" The questions tumbled out, e
s voice flat. "I' m tired of you.
thought my devotion was what he wanted. I organized our study schedules, I made sure h
it was
my knees. It was like watching a tidal wave approach in slow motion. You see i
eam. I just stood there, let
a coward. He hadn' t planned to tell me; he had planned t
nt to my desk and picked up his NYU acceptance letter.
boy I loved wasn' t standing in my room. A s
said. My voice
e even a little hurt. As
rah.
of my hous
eard him hesitate, then the sound of his footst
was
' t just a breakup. It was the demolition of my entire world. He hadn' t just left me; he ha
YU letter. The dream
hing started to form in my chest
y. He thought I couldn
d study architecture. And
it kil