Before we knew what love meant

magical breeze that lifted his shirt collar, no inexplicable tug in my chest like the book

die were fraying at the ends, and his shoelaces were uneven. His hair-unruly and too long for someone who clearly didn't care about appearances-fell over his fo

yet-I noticed him. In that quiet way you notice s

mistry, never spoke unless asked, and always had ink smudged on his left hand.

before I hea

to use umbrellas. I'd left my notebook in the science lab, and while the hal