Can’t Have it All – Part 1
The first time I laid my eyes on her, she genuinely took my breath away. I know that sounds cliche but there was truly no other way to describe how I felt. She was walking along the outskirts of campus that led to the train station. She wore a white tank top with blue jeans, ripped at the knees. Coming in at 5 foot 6 inches, she would’ve stood about 4 inches shorter than myself. Throw in the fact that her hair reflects that of a brunette and she doesn’t sound particularly unique, but that’s not what gravitated her to me. It was the way that she carried herself: Confident but not arrogant, with eyes that had a sense of depth to them. I’ll admit that of the two relationships I’ve had in the past, …