I Remember...

It was the last week of classes and both of us were huddled into our respective couches: I had the brown leather love seat, you the plush blue couch--papers and books and notecards everywhere. We were writing our theses; I can't even tell you what the argument of my paper was, or what books I listed on my bibliography.

What I remember is warmth. The light through the first floor window reflecting off the hardwood floors. Our laptops and pages of notes. Breaks for froyo, Lorilei and Rory. And never a moment where we didn't think the other could pull it off.