This is my favorite memory of you.


We took a picture in the Paseo Colorado courtyard during the summer show. Your arms are wrapped around me; you’re wearing my sweater because you forgot yours in your car. I asked you to drive last minute because I was nervous, and you did, and I felt safer. It’s raining. It’s June. We planned to get ice cream from the shop on Green Street, but we went down Colorado instead to the café across from the Laemmle because it was cold. We consider seeing a movie after we’ve eaten—maybe the one with the actor we like. But it gets colder and wetter and we head home instead.