It was the fall, football was in the air, and not much could be heard above the screams of Ryan Walsh cursing the movie theater screen. I had come down from the lake for a weekend in Chicago. I was at the Wit Hotel at a UofM football party watching the boys in blue take on the Irish in what would become an unremarkable and forgettable season. But one thing certainly would stick out as remarkable and unforgettable that day: You.
I hadn't seen you since the end of college. And here, a few years later, our paths had crossed again. I remembered you right away. While a few more days would have to pass before words could be properly formed between us, the impression was made.
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