Those light brown eyes get me every single time. They make me stop and listen to every word you have to say. Which isn’t normal because I could talk for hours without stopping. In that single moment, it was just him and I. No one could take that away from us. That one hundred minute period where it all began. The way the pixels on the paper came together so well and clear we did too. It was that last class of the day. I looked forward to class just to be with you and because we did absolutely nothing in that class. He always lifted my spirit when I felt low, and he had a good ear for listening to all my problems. That rainy November day I walked into class red faced and puffy eyed. “Are you okay?” he said. I stay silent but he insists. “Laryssa,