Pillow Talk
I never thought Emily and I would ever be apart. Well, I knew for sure we'd be apart-by about two thousand miles-but I didn't think Emily and I would ever be apart apart. I guess first loves are like that. Or maybe all loves are like that; I've got no way to tell. Maybe I should have known. But I didn't, so, oblivious to our diminishing moments together, I absent-mindedly stared at the baked potato in front of me as she chatted with my parents. "Math," she answered. "Well, yeah, but...