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             “A large coffee and a number two,” an old man said to me with a wink as I leaned down to grab the plastic menu from his dirty hands. I smiled politely and turned toward the counter. As soon as my back was turned, the smile left my face and I sighed. So much for college, I thought to myself. I had gone to the most prestigious university, surrounded by some of the most intellectual minds. I majored in English, minored in theater, and looked forward to the future like a young child looking forward to Christmas, anxiously waiting for my turn to make a differen

       Things were perfect before the fight. He and I met at a party sophomore year, and the sparks flew even then. We spend all our free time together from the very beginning. We dedicated songs to each other, watched movies together, went to dances –he was a great dancer. We were meant to be, and everyone could see it. Our friends blended our names together just like TomKat or Brangelina. We laughed when they referred to us as such, eyes sparkling merrily. They teased us mercilessly, but we didn’t care. We knew that they had never felt this way. I doubted that anyone in the history of the world had ever felt the way we did about e