I’d rather be here with him than anywhere else in the entire fuckin’ world. Right here. With him. Stuck outside in the snow. I pick him. Over and over and over. Even if it’s not the same for him. Even if he never picks me back. Even if all these feelings are too damn big. “I pick you,” I lean over to look at him. He blinks up at me. “Pick me for what?” “For anything.” “I pick you too.”
