These are the times when I received gifts.

When you turned back from your drivers seat after dropping me off at my house.

When you were leaning your head against that wall that looked like the surface of the moon.

At the Christmas party when you were sitting on the floor, talking to Kelly about how good the apple cider was.

When we were laying on the asphalt in central Florida after the lightening had subsided.

When you quickly turned your head and your hair flipped out and your eyes looked like pools of sky with lumps of crushed ice dumped into them.

When you were washing those dishes and you looked back at me and asked, "How long have you been standing there?"

That time we talked at length about our relationships with depression.

After we sat by that fire at your parents house after having dinner with that foreign exchange student.

That time before summer had come when we discussed loving people well.