I will count your teeth, naming them
for the reasons you smiled before me.
I will call her ugly and make fun of her name.
I will think she looks like me.
I will want to know what your home looked like.
I will hate myself for not having more in common with you.
I will hate that she had so much in common with you.
I will wonder if I'm artsy enough.
I will decide to buy a camera.
I will worry if you actually like how eclectic I am.
I will think you'll leave me for it someday.
I will love you with everything.
I will pray that you love me more than you loved her.