Sometimes, just sometimes, I wonder what life would be like to be single in college. Be able to go out, get drunk, hang out with my single friends. Be able to bitch that all the guys here are boys, and not men. Not have to worry about what color drapery for the chupah, what color cords for the handfasting, what color sari to buy. What I'm making for Christmas, what I'm buying for Valentine's Day, where we want to raise children, how many children to have. To be a 16 year old girl in college. A normal child for once. But then he wakes up next to me in my dorm bed, with a neck ache from sleeping in a twin XL bed against the cold wall. With barely any covers. And he crawls ontop of me. And kisses my forehead. And tells me good morning. And looks into my eyes with those blue-green eyes of his. And I realize I wouldn't give up what I have now for the world.