I already mentioned that Emily was the first person to have ever told me that she loved me. Of course my family had been telling me that they loved me my whole life, but when Emily said it, it was different. I already mentioned, too, how I royally messed up the moment when Emily shared this with me.
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Zachary and I, in addition to our massive bedroom window, had two other windows that opened onto the roof of our house. We had developed a habit of retreating to our rooftop in moments of crisis. Somehow the air seemed fresher three stories above the street. In the back of my mind I suspected that it was always easier to think clearly while sitting on a rooftop. Maybe it was the stars that helped this clear thinking. Maybe it was something else.