the only time it mattered, the only time you made it count was when under your breath you said "your eyes are like fantastic seeded green grapes, sliced in half, strands of bright colors, yellows maybe blues meeting in great ink blots, soft and knowing that they taste just so." and i exhaled and so did you. i asked how long it took you to think of such a thing, you leaned in and said a week and handed me the keys to the car.