During my freshman year of College I developed a slight obsession with a coed on campus. When I first noticed her, she was shyly walking to herself between classes. Admiring from a distance, I began to deduct presupposed theories of my anonymous affection: She didn’t have any friends therefore she must have been a commuter. Boys never played into her path thus she must have had a boyfriend.
My friends would refer to her has purple backpack girl. That was all any of us knew of her. On a few occasions, when talking about her while walking with my roommate, we would cross paths. Conversation would quickly change into awkward silence as we passed followed with immature giggles of exhilaration… but I never said a word.
The following year, after finally collecting the courage to approach my obscure desire, everything had changed. She was now walking with friends, talking to boys and her once purple backpack was now brown.