It howls over the eaves of my bedroom, and as we stay up all night, I tell him there is a 66.7 percent chance we’re going to fall in love. He laughs, and I ask him if I’m wrong, and he agrees that I am not wrong, and then we roll around some more. Boundaries! Someday I will (please, God) have them, but October 30, 2016, was not that day.
