VI. He wore a yellow shirt. It was his first piece of new clothing in two years. His eyes were tired and his hands were becoming cracked and dry. When he spoke, his eyes wrinkled with a hint of a smile.
I don't remember any details about myself.
V. I had a dream where I broke my fingers against his back and he bruised my lips with his own. I didn't think it strange that I was the only one who was hurt, what I thought strange was that I woke up disappointed.
IV. He was out of country or out of state. I don't remember which. I swore I saw him while I was at work and then again when I went to the store. There was a strange moment when he returned with sunburned skin and a new hat and we locked eyes for what seemed like eternity.
III. I discovered that he smoked cigarettes and had a long scar that traced over the back of his wrist. He tried to cover the later with a watch, but the smell of the former was embedded in his skin.
II. I learned to smile for the first time.
I. Thin-lipped and sad eyed I looked up at him. I had never been able to look up at anyone before.
It takes roughly six weeks to fall in love.