There was a strange chill in the air considering that it was mid-summer when Macy and I pulled in that all-too-familiar back yard. That long, curved driveway, once immaculate in its neatness but now with weeds growing between the cracks in the concrete. The flowerbeds, always before so meticulously tended, needed weeding as well. The two car garage sat with one door closed and one halfway up as if the effort to totally close it would be too much. We saw her just as we made the final turn around the edge of the house.
Giờ đây khi tôi nhắn tin nói cho cô ấy biết rằng tôi rất thương cô ấy thì cô ấy đã nói là tại sao bây giờ tôi mới nói, vì cô ấy đã chờ tôi suốt 3 năm học CĐ khi mà tôi thích 1 người con gái khác !
