Remember that time I asked you if you thought we’d end up together in the very end? I was drunk and you took an uber over. When I asked you, I giggled at the sweetness of my words. The next morning I asked you, what was it that I said last night? I really liked it.
I still secretly whisper this question to you some nights. You were always my emergency contact, from my own bed or the hospital’s. You knew all my secrets; I kept nothing from you. You liked my poetry, you sang karaoke, you walked me through math puzzles. Nothing has changed. Nothing has ever changed.
This is still my favorite story to tell.