That time you looked at me "that way" for the first time and I got butterflies in my tummy; when you touched my hand for the first time; or when we rode a tram to the top of the mountain, ate breakfast while the sun came up, and studied; that time when your jet ski died in the middle of the Bear Lake and I had to tow you in and we laughed all the way; when you kissed me on the clock tower as the bells rang midnight; or perhaps the time when we were out in the middle of nowhere by the train tracks talking and looking at the stars.
Do you remember? Probably not, but I do and that's what makes them memories I cherish.
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