But what if the story should quit while it’s ahead?” “How do you know unless you give the story another chance?

He talks a lot, which I’m fine with, and he’s not good at maintaining eye contact, which sucks because I want to stare at this electric blue eyes. Punch me if I ever compare them to the sky or the ocean because they’re much cooler than that.

I barely know him. I guess that is every relationship. You start with nothing and maybe end with everything.

I kiss him and I call him beautiful and I tell him I love him and we go on past that finish line. We laugh and catch our breaths and we peel stickers off each other. No do-over needed.