What to wear today?

It was almost assuredly me who pulled the string to turn on the overhead light bulb in my closet because you will never ever be tall enough to reach it. You thumbed through my wardrobe with expected excitement, just as you were excitedly thumbing through the volumes of my history and the pages of my personality. The clothes make the man! you would have said. It was probably a little early to discuss how many times it was possible to be in love in life, though we probably would have argued for the same subjectivity if we had known that neither of our theories would even matter anyway. These things always get lost in the possiblity.