When she snapped a selfie, the bright lights of the ballpark shining down on us while the crowd cheered, I stole it to post on my social platforms. We flooded the streets along with the rest of Boston after the game, and every time I looked at her I knew I’d never before felt this alive. I couldn’t keep my hands away from those silky ribbons at her shoulders. All I could think of was untying them and watching the dress hit the floor.
