Chichi

In college, Sandra drifted from me. She saw which girls got the guys (not us) and which stayed at home on Friday nights working out the hardest problems from calculus class (us). I can't say I necessarily blame her; certainly I'd thought about taking that same path. But I tried to remember that this was short-lived, and that we had the rest of our lives to think about. While she painted her nails and maxed out her credit cards on shopping sprees with the girls down the hall, I worked at the library and put whatever I didn't need for food and books into a high-interest savings account. Maybe she had more fun, and maybe I was boring, but looking back, I don't regret my choices. I stayed true to who I was. She lost herself, and I don't think even these past ten years has helped her find herself again.