There is a stuffed whale-shark on her bed, mechanical pencils in her purse, and a tapping in her fingers.
He has a knit alien atop a shelf, a tattered black jacket over his t-shirt, and a hunch to his shoulders.
They have a Skype rhetoric, shared Reddit links, and a repertoire of micro-expressions.
For always, they are a rocky start, a pause in the sadness, and a love unconditional. ∞