I always thought about what a dork he was and then I had butterflies to see him and I didn’t know why. And then we were together and it felt like silk and he was laughing into my mouth and I remembered. I couldn’t stop smiling because whenever I looked over at him he was looking at me like I was one of the million tourist attractions I saw. Like he would only have that moment to look at me so he better look long and hard now and smile while he’s at it. And so, once again, I find myself writing. Sure, because I like to write, but mostly because I am afraid to forget.