I open the door to a shed that blares rust and cedar. I choke. This reminds me of the time I was happily walking along the street with you. You blinked in slow motion as you turned away, the sun glazed over the brim of your head. “HOLY CRAP!” I thought to myself, you are beautiful. At that time we were just friends, but after I saw the way the sun glazed over your hair as you turned away and blinked in slow motion I knew I wanted to upgrade our status. I moved in to hold your hand. You said ...