Glance

Memories are a funny thing. You can only remember things in bits and pieces. Simple glances that hold more significance than expected. You never really remember a full day, you just remember the important parts.
Like the small, almost shy smile he sends me when he thinks I'm not looking.
Like his hand interlocked with mine.
Like mint chocolate chip ice cream at ten o'clock at night.
This is how I fell in love with Ashton: in glances.