It was 2005, when I was about 17 or 18. I was living in a small apartment in New York, working for my life. He was a year older than me, I remember because I was afraid he would judge me by my age. I remember his smile, his eyes, his perfectly crooked teeth. Everything about him seemed so. . . magical. Was it because he was older? Was it because I was younger? I'll never know for sure.
All I know is that, maybe it was fate.
