In this box.

That first awkward high school meetup that I agonized over whether to call a date.

That forgettable romantic comedy made all the more forgettable by the couple next to us making out.

That music festival in Orlando where we hung out and talked about EVERYTHING.

That other movie that was probably really good, but I can’t remember because he was holding my hand for most of it so I mostly had to concentrate on breathing.

That same music festival the next year, where we admitted to everyone in the church bus that we liked each other.

That senior prom with the awful Wizard of Oz theme where my mom made us take a million and a half pictures.


[That space of three and a half years.]


That invitation to his wedding in Australia.
…but I can’t afford the plane ticket.