Whenever I start to doubt our situation, I remember.
I remember the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching. I remember wishing I had the courage to go with you and get that leaf myself. I remember all the butterflies and accidental hand touches that led to hand holding. I remember looking for your smile in the crowd that made my legs stop shaking and my words come out a little smoother. I remember trying to let go and what it felt like to go months without talking to you. I remember the color orange. I remember dressing nicer on B days. I remember almost being valentines.