We're getting married this weekend. It's been seven years, and... my love for it hasn't faltered. We still visit the classroom where we fell in love, and while it doesn't talk much, I know it's happy to be there too. Here. With me. It looks nice today, still pale but tinges of colour spread across it as it faces me. My heart is beating faster than ever before as I look at it, sitting on top of the desk where it happened without a care in the world. I'm so lucky to be able to share my life with it.