Ellie Forster ’24
She was a girlboss millennial, he was a Republican. Can I make it any more obvious?
Kate Ward ’23
He put down his pen, hand trembling from the writing and rewriting of words he couldn’t find to describe her. Placing a hand over his heart, he was finally able to find the words, hidden deep within his love.
Sarah Heavren ’21
What started as a joke grew into endless joy. It was love at first laugh.
Fiona Clarke ’23
John Donne, the man I loved and bit, will go down in history—and I, only as the vehicle for a metaphorical marriage between him and another. And yet—and yet—I contain more multitudes than the blood cells of two lovesick goops—love bites, indeed, but so do fleas.
Anna Pomeroy ’23
“He loves me, he loves me not…” the six-year-old girl said as she plucked the petals from the single rose she received from the boy standing in front of her.
Grace O’Connor ’22
He rested his hand gently on her back, his thumb rubbing the silk on her dress as he looked into her dark blue eyes. He slowly lifted her face to meet his as he touched her soft lips, feeling calm and terrified all at once.