1:25p.m. is my favorite time of day. He always holds the door open for me and we say “hey” to each other and the left side of his lips curl into a half-smile and I half-smile back and we walk in together except he walks around to my right and forgets. He forgets that I remember. I remember that one time during the summer of 4th grade when we dug the biggest hole in the grass behind my house by our swing set. Worms were everywhere, there was dirt deep under my nails, and my favorite jeans with the flower power patch on the back left pocket were covered in earth stuff but, I didn’t care. That Sunday was the 27th time he wore his once-white Rugrats t-shirt. I swear he would never take that shirt off if his mom let him. You know when you dig to the very bottom of the beach and you think you’ve hit the bottom and you’re so proud of yourself for achieving mankind’s greatest feat and the sun is out and shining as bright and smiling right back at you? We found 9 worms that day and I found 9 more reasons why I loved him.