“Barely Breathing”—the way she unlaced my skates for me when my hands were shaking. “Don’t Look Back in Anger”—the raging look in her eyes when she does her long program. “Sleep Alone”—her smile, her laugh. My current favorite, Beck and Bat for Lashes’ “Let’s Get Lost,” plays over my speaker as my fingers pull up her contact information and shoot off the text before I can think twice about it.
