Fluorescent lights flickered above my head as I worked late at my university’s newspaper office. The bulbs cast an eerie glow across the rows of unmanned desks, which were cluttered with papers and pens. I loved the electric buzz of the newsroom—especially when the world outside faded into darkness. But that night was one of the more mellow ones.

The staff had already closed the latest issue and disappeared. But I hung around to work on an assignment for an upcoming feature. I was staring at my laptop screen, quite literally drawing a blank. I admit my mind was elsewhere. Deadlines loomed in the near future, but all I could think about was my friend Ryan.

Handsome and dashing, he was the most infuriating but undeniably captivating guy in all of my journalism classes. With tousled brown hair, striking blue... Read More