Winter 1982 Sophomore Year A Short Love “Every life holds one great love. One name to hold onto at the end. One face to take into the dark.” -Luisa Armstrong I had spent all of my time up until now trying not to have sex. I had tremendous guilt over the things I had done, which in retrospect, were rather innocent after all. My grandmother used to say to me “You would never do anything like that to hurt me.” As if my actions weren’t my own, as if what I did would actually hurt her more than it would impact me. I realize now how manipulative those words were.…