I remember when I was five and I would watch cartoons with you. You’d cuddle up in my lap and stare up every couple of moments to make sure I was still there. Sometimes you’d catch me staring at you instead of the television. I was too young to be embarrassed and you were too young to understand why I was staring. Children’s TV had a habit of humdrum romantic plots. But I didn’t mind. We didn’t mind. We were still learning what love meant. But through every happy ending, you’d be in my lap and I would hope that someday, we could have a happy ending. Together.