I failed all the classes I had syllabuses for my first semester at Lehman. No one knew. I pride myself in swallowing the remnants of a failed love. It is now a year post-undergrad, I have a pretty neat teaching job, a cool companion who is also a fire sign and a support system that allows me to be myself.. as Apple briefly tends to remind us how life can transform in a short period of time, I look back at my timeline of failed relations and say to myself maybe just that one heartache was meant to be.
