Amadeus

Katy wasn't her name. Her name was Julie. She had red hair, but it was a dyed red, it was a red that you get on trees in Autumn, a last flourish. She was small with perfect teeth and a gentle way of kicking you on the shin when you were otherwise occupied. I was going to call her Katy, but her name was Julie.
Who much cares about college, about what happens there? I met her in some such seat of learning. She certainly taught me a lot, but not enough for me to ever dare to touch her. Yet we had a profound love, one that knocks the feet from under you. I had many such loves then. To yearn for someone and to resist all the temptations - a touch here, a grin there, a certain impatience, always being around each other, talking round the point. Julie would sit on my knee as we discussed the drawbacks in others, their easily pointed out faults. Easy, because we were pretty.
Katy wasn't her name then, but it is now. I never can see those burning leaves without thinking about her hair.

nia mora

Pretty interesting. Although you switch point of views a bit often. I'm not sure if it was intentional or not, but I would take a look at that.

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Amadeus

All intentional, sweetie!

writeforfun

Hmmmm...this seems like an attempt to define and reveal character, as much the narrator's, as of the subject, Katy/Julie.
It's a good line about her hair resembling leaves in the fall, but it's inconsistent with the end when you refer to burning leaves. Which is it? Be consistent.
Also, the inner dialogue or narration seems to trivialize and contradict, thus making it hard for the reader to engage with the character and his/her feelings (is this a female or male narrator?) You talk about a "profound love" but it's cold and unloving -- You say that he/she didn't "dare to touch her" and yet there she is sitting on his lap (now that's a provocative place to sit!)
When you say "we were pretty" it suggests lesbian tones but this isn't very clear at all and without good reason. Also, there seems to be no good reason for the name changes that I can discern.
I'd work on being very truthful about the feelings and intentions you want your narrator to feel and to evoke.


She certainly taught me a lot, but not enough for me to ever dare to touch her. Yet we had a profound love, one that knocks the feet from under you. I had many such loves then. To yearn for someone and to resist all the temptations - a touch here, a grin there, a certain impatience, always being around each other, talking round the point. Julie would sit on my knee as we discussed the drawbacks in others, their easily pointed out faults. Easy, because we were pretty.

Amadeus

You don't have ta be a lesbian ta be pretty! But thanks!