“This is a receipt I kept. Only because the item I purchased that night was on the verge of ridiculous. Chocolate milk on the rocks? Who orders that? You were different, and you didn’t care. You were being you. A piece of me fell in love with you at that moment, because of you.” “This?” I hold up another sheet of paper. “This I didn’t really like so much. It’s the poem you wrote about me. The one you titled ‘Mean’? I don’t think I ever told you… but you made a zero.
