I look at you and I see the girl who ignored me in freshmen geometry while I sang the “Icky Vicky” song (which I have zero shame for knowing the words to) from the Fairly Odd Parents. I look at you and I see the girl that was always late to Spanish 2, looking like a hot mess with your softball bag leashed to your hand. I look at you and I see the girl that literally beat my ass in AP Biology which somehow prompted our friendship. I look at you and I see the girl that held my hand as I walked out of the closet. I look at you and I see a reel of memories that document how we went from strangers to lovers in four years. And while I look at you I remember that all I want to do is kiss you. So I do. I look at you and I’m reminded that I am… Selflessly. Incredibly. Undoubtedly. In love. 

I look at you, Victoria, and I don’t want to stop.