That January: You picked me up and spun me in a circle and kissed me on the lips when I knocked on your apartment door to surprise you, coming back a day early after New Year’s.
That December: I lay in the single bed in my apartment and listened to your voice in my ear all the way from California.
That November: I danced to Frank Sinatra by myself in my room, thinking how lucky I was and wondering where we would be years from now.
That November: You kissed me on the lips.
That November: You kissed me on the forehead.
That November: You held my hand.
That November: You shook my hand.
That November: How lucky I was.
— Courtney Sender