It started out innocently enough. I was just a girl, eighteen, heart full of hope and stomach full of pink lemonade Burnetts, sitting on the bottom bunk of a crowded Thurston quad. You were just a boy, dressed in a penguin onesie, serving drinks over the makeshift bar built out of two dorm-issued dressers. I still wonder about the circumstances that brought us to the same Halloween party that year, what magical forces were at play that lured both of us, two strangers, to that hazy, neon-lit dorm. Was it fate? Was it God? Was it a mutual friend from my Intro to Comparative Politics discussion? Who's to say? All I can be sure of is we were young, the party was heating up, and I was high on the euphoric energy of infinite possibilities...and whatever Kyle rolled into the spliff.