love isn't blind in washington dc

at least not for me

I spent my first few weeks of college sitting at my desk, watching through the giant windows as people walked past. Sofia, Grace, Sophie, and I would perch on the edge of the desk or sit on my twin bed, pointing out outfits, waving to the girls we knew from class, and giggling with each other when we saw a guy we thought was cute. We were 18, it was our…