Out on the East Side, Pennsylvania, you met Reneé. She told you she was from Carolina. And with those eyes, you took that, and everything else she said, as flirting.

So as lesbians do, one night turned to weeks, and a couple months later, you'd taken the 40 hour flight back to the Valley to live in California together.

Even though you were a tad drunk and tripping hard, you never forget that first night. The way she looked at you and pulled your hair back. You both had a million missed calls from your friends.

She was a woman of actions, not words. Talking was boring to her. And honestly, before you came along and ruined it, she was more of a one night kinda girl. But you were too good to lose.

You almost made a baby that night. Well... you can't. It would've been impossible. Obviously 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩. But you came so close.

You had her in tears, and not because she was sad. Each kiss made her feel like you were gonna kill her with your mouth and fingers alone. You'd have had to bury her before she walked out of there without you.

One thing led to another, and you and Reneé fell into a domesticated life. Still with a bit of craziness, obviously. Reneé would hate to live in a mundane routine. But it was nice to have some stability.

Also, she couldn't deny how perfect the dates you planned always were. Like right now. You drove up to a lookout, and you were laying on the grass next to your car together.

"Look at the stars, baby. Aren't they so pretty?"