We?" I Asked. Of Course. I'm Not

I Won't Lie. Walking Into A Room And Seeing Your Girlfriend Reading A Baby-name Book Can Kind Of Make Your Heart Stop.

I Love Pity Parties. I Wish I'd Brought Hats.

Why Not The Bahamas? Or The Corn Palace?

I Reached Into My Pocket And Triumphantly Flashed The Cr-v Keys Iʹd Swiped When Weʹd Come Back Inside. ʺthe Driver,ʺ I Said. I Didnʹt Get To Drive.

If I Could Dream, I Know I'd Dream About You.i'd Dream About The Way You Smell And How Your Dark Hair Feels Like Silk Between My Fingers. I'd Dream About The Smoothness Of Your Skin And The Fierceness Of Your Lips When We Kiss. Without Dreams,i Have To Be Content With My Own Imagination—which Is Almost As Good. I Can Picture All Those Things Perfectly.