“It’s the oldest story in the world. One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.”—
I don’t know if it’s just me but like when someone in my house says “get it from the shed” I think of those stories where people don’t know that their family members are murderers and they store bodies in the shed. So like, what if I found a body?
You’ll want to remember what happened tonight. You’ll want to remember that you two went for a walk in the rain. You’ll want to remember that you had no problem sitting on a wet bench but that he laid his sweatshirt down for you to sit on, anyway. You’ll want to remember him finally grabbing your hand. The kiss on the cheek. And you going in for the real one.
You’ll want to remember this because normally you make all the first moves. You make up his signals in your head and then you just go for it. That didn’t happen tonight, so you’ll want to remember that he wanted to do all of that, even when you were just sitting next to him.