While drifting off to sleep last night, I was remembering the first time Jack kissed me and how it was executed quite awkwardly. But then he sent me an email – goofy as all get-out – saying that at least it was sincere.
I don’t have any of Jack’s emails; I deleted every single one in an attempt to prevent myself from rehashing it all. Of all my regrets, that is one of the biggest. But I did blog about that first kiss, and a bunch of other firsts, and for once I’m grateful to be the sort of person who writes things down.