Marry Her I Am Busy Succeeding

Fifteen years. That’s how long I spent locked in a one-sided war for the boy next door, twisting myself into a human Swiss Army knife just to make him look at me. From dominating state math leagues to playing the piano until my fingers bled, from a grueling double major at Yale to finally holding that Harvard MBA offer letter in my hands. I did it all for him.

But when I stood on the porch of my family’s estate, dragging my suitcase behind me, Pete Carmichael did exactly what he had done a thousand times before.