I fell in love with teasing you in the second grade, when I first discovered that I could turn you cheeks pink with just a word. Then I fell in love with you.
Do you know how many 12:13s I’ve watched pass without you? Tonight it’ll be the seven hundred and twentieth, I said, the words burning my throat. The last thing in the world I want is to say something that makes that number infinite, but I also can’t let you erase our history. I don’t want to remember the bad parts, but I refuse to forget the good.