I never thought four hours spent on a red and white checkerboard blanket, with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches oozing out onto paper plates, would be the day I would fall in love.

Call it kismet, mother nature, or Puck just having a bit of fun, toying with us like the summer wind, warm and free, that culminated into a sharp slap on my already sunburned face; a touch that melted my heart because I never would’ve thought a beauty like her would ever want to touch a boy like me.

A single ant had decided to explore her foot, then her leg, then her thigh, where my love would turn, coy but brave, and slap me for, what she thought, was my amorous yet immature way of saying, “I like you”; a touch that melted her heart because she never would’ve thought a beauty like me would ever want to touch a girl like her.