He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Each time he looked at me, my heart just flipped over.
He could never be mine. He already belonged. Yet, unable to contain myself, I asked him one day,
“Do you love me?”
“Of course, I do!”
There was amazement in his voice that I should ever ask such a question.
I couldn’t leave well enough alone. He looked down, frowning.
“Four! I love you FOUR!”
He held up four fingers triumphantly.
I knew it was the best score from someone who could only count up to four.