If Zachary Collins hadn't looked up at that moment, he might have missed it.

He might not have seen the soft mocha skin and the thinly twined dreadlocks of the man who would own his heart.

He wouldn’t have known that the simple walk over the MIT quad space, a stretch of ten steps, would change his life.

He wouldn’t have known that falling in love with a black boy was going to make him a pariah.

Was loving him wrong?