Sometimes I think of how I may have been if we spoke when I was in high school. Would I have inked your name on my schoolbooks? Been kiddish with hearts to dot the i’s to whatever poems I passed the time with? Would I have passed notes to girls for advice? Told the teacher not to read it? Told the guys, “well she lives out of state, you wouldn’t know her”? And then at the end of the day, coming home, just as it were mere months ago, would I find our idle chat and my idle state, that showed how far along we still were not?