Katie McGee O’Brien

He fell in love with my
freckles and began to tell
me how each came to be.
“You were five and a boy

held your hand in the
cafeteria. You were fifteen
playing singles tennis – the
championships. You broke

your arm at 10, and couldn’t
stop crying until you were
given chocolate. You laughed
uncontrollably at your best

friend’s joking spree. Your
hair was cut too short and
you said, ‘Never again.’
You got a second piercing

shocking your mother who
gave you the car to buy milk.”
And his voice trailed off as
he smiled. “And I’m there on

your bottom lip joined with
a freckle that forms a heart
so you would know we’ll
always be together.”