“You once told me that perfection is subjective. Remember?” He didn’t nod or shake his head, but I continued anyway. “This moment, right here, right now, is perfect for me.” My lips fell, all that wrangle of emotion and tingles and anticipation came to a soft stall. “And that’s because you’re in it. That’s because it’s you. Only you. I don’t care about firsts when I have you.”
