nostalgicI do. I was sixteen. I was at an ice skating practice, and had called my boyfriend on the payphone while the ice was being resurfaced. I don't remember why I called him, but I remember: there in the noisy ice arena, on a crappy pay phone, I heard those words for the very first time. I love you.
I remember I hung up the phone with a grin on my face that I just couldn't wipe off.
I skated for another hour after that conversation, but I don't think my blades touched the ice during that entire time.
