I am concussed," I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.
Dear Teens at Starbucks wearing 'Abstain from Sex 2 Attain Ur Goals' t-shirts: Doesn't it depend on what my goals are?
Right. I'd forgotten about her.' He shook his head. 'That keeps happening.
I kept waiting for that loneliness and nervousness to make me want to go back. But it never did.
And I wrote my way out of the labyrinth.
So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.