I closed my eyes and curled my fists around the things I knew for sure: That a scallop has thirty-five eyes, all blue. That a tuna will suffocate if it ever stops swimming. That I was loved. That this time, it was not me who broke

It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.

What makes you walk past thirty-thousand people without a second glance, and then you look at the thirty-thousandth-and-first person and know you'll never take your eyes off her again?

How could I not have seen this coming, when I looked into your eyes and vowed to be with you forever?