Emily didn’t give me a pep talk. She didn’t tell me it would be fine. She just pulled up a chair, handed me her laptop, and showed me a YouTube playlist called “Dogs Who Can’t Catch.” For forty-five minutes, we watched golden retrievers get hit in the face with tennis balls.
And me? I’ve stopped grabbing her arm. Now I just stand next to her, watching the world try to take advantage of my impossibly trusting girlfriend. College Stories. My Girlfriend Is Too Naive--- Free
That’s when I realized I had it backwards. I thought I was protecting her. But she was protecting me. She was the one pulling me back from the ledge of cynicism that college so eagerly pushes you toward. Emily didn’t give me a pep talk
