The simple concept of infinity, something so vague yet so wide, is too weird for me to grasp. Will’s mouth twists to the left as he thinks, pencil tapping the table. A moment later, his eyes flash, and he turns to me with an excited smile. “Okay, I know how to help you get this.” His hands clasp together in front of his stomach. “How many memories do you have with me? Something like an infinity, right? You couldn’t count them all.” I nod. “And if you think about it, I have an infinity of memories with you, too.”
