We had gotten in our first argument as a couple. We both took it hard in our own ways. You had basically shut yourself off from everyone and stayed home all day. Meanwhile, I had gone out with my friends and...gotten a little tipsy.

I come home, and you take me to the bathroom in case I throw up. I sit on the floor while I lay there looking up at you.

"I mean...I'm such an idiot. Why would I fight with you? I love you...you're so pretty brae...you know what I love about you?..your dimples when you smile. And your smile. And your teeth. And your face. And you hair. An-" I hiccup cutting myself off. "I'm sleepy,"