We'll Always Have Summer

And he did show me the family photo. It’s hanging up in our living room.

For years he kept it in his wallet, soft and creased into a million little folds. He said it kept him going. Kept him hoping.

Remember last year? Me and you at the summerhouse? Best Christmas of my life.

I think about you a lot. You’re pretty much all I think about. Just so we’re clear.

I probably spent thirty or forty bucks trying to win you that damn bear.

This is our start. This is the moment it becomes real. We are married. We are infinite. Me and Conrad. The first boy I ever slow danced with, ever cried over. Ever loved.

We are just married.

she only ever got to see him in love once. That was with you.”

We didn’t know what was ahead of us then. We were just two teenagers, looking up at the sky on a cold February night. So no, he didn’t give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity.

“This is one of my top moments.”

He said, “Mine too.”