Coming of Age Story: Summer had been hard; hard to forget her, hard to move on. But the first week of uni completely helped change that. I was over her. I had forgotten her. Now, here, I was surrounded by new normal people, including normal attractive girls. I was saved. Or was I? Am I still hopelessly in love with the frumpy girl whom I've been crushing on all through school? And might she actually have some feelings for me?