Just by existing, just exactly as you are, and by thinking of me the way you did, you changed the way I thought about myself. Thank you, for stirring up in me things I'd forgotten about.

Becoming us was like the coming-true of a wish I didn't quite remember making. 

And then the night before last, that dream - the feeling I woke up with clung to me through half the day, through numbers class and talking class and through flirting in the library and through the movie I saw.

That not-unpleasant tightening of the stomach.
Maybe I'll kiss you again next time I see you. Maybe I won't. Either way, either way.
I have a feeling.