The Theory of Everything <\/p>\n\n\n\n
So it ends: I walk backwards down my street under the moonlight,\u00a0\u00a0
tears disappearing into my eyes.\u00a0
You greet the driver, get out of the\u00a0lyft\u00a0and pull me into your arms for the first time.\u00a0
We walk hand in hand, rewinding back to the top of a hill as the clock changes\u00a0\u00a0
to August 7th. You hold me close under a streetlight,\u00a0\u00a0
our shoulders wet with tears: a first date.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So it goes: we drive backwards home from the beach, return our smoothies to the store\u00a0\u00a0
and receive our money back. I unlearn all your favorite songs; they fade\u00a0\u00a0
into\u00a0deja\u00a0vu. On the night of your dad\u2019s birthday,\u00a0\u00a0
sometime before he\u00a0uncuts\u00a0the cake and allows the twins to exhale fire onto the candles,\u00a0
we watch your favorite movie. The characters twist and turn, acting out their love story\u00a0
backwards and forwards in time. The best stories can be told either way.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On May 1st, I feel like I\u2019ve known you forever. We walk circles\u00a0
around the neighborhoods and the park until we sit down on top of a hill peppered with daisies.\u00a0
You kiss me for the last time: a first kiss. We untangle our fingers\u00a0\u00a0
before cautiously comparing the sizes of our hands, a quintessential ploy performed\u00a0\u00a0
under cartoon clouds. We retreat to our individual corners of the blanket to write quietly as I steal\u00a0
secret glances at you and time ticks counter clockwise. I take back my nervous words,\u00a0\u00a0
lifting the ink straight off the page.\u00a0
We leave the hill, greet each other for the first time, and I walk backwards until\u00a0\u00a0
you\u2019re out of sight. So it begins:\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"