She wrapped her pinky.
Around mine.
She spoke quietly.
"You are more.
Than just my friend.
Or my boyfriend.
You are.
My.
Ohana."
We had said this.
All the time.
Before.
But now.
It meant something.
Slightly different.
"Ohana means-"
"Family."
She finished.
I had this memorized.
"And family means nobody-"
"Nobody gets left behind."
She did it again.
I frowned.
"Cutting people off.
Is rude,
You know."
She smiled.
And punched me in the chest.
"Shut up."
And she.
Kissed.
Me.
