“Yeah, she was super sad, too,
because she had such a huge crush
on you. She was always waiting for
you to ask her out. Okay, I gotta go
to class! Bye!”
She ran off and left me
standing there, stunned. She’d hit
me with so much information at
once, first that Zaheera was gone,
then that she had left for America,
and then that she’d liked me all
along. It was like I’d been hit by
three successive waves of
heartbreak, each one bigger than
the last. My mind raced through all
the hours we’d spent talking on the
quad, on the phone, all the times I