Someone just posted a poem to youngwritersproject.org titled “Blueberry Eyes.” I used to call my very first girlfriend “Blueberry Eyes,” because of the color of her eyes. It made me wonder if she would remember that. Maybe it would take her reading the title of an unrelated poem to remember the little things we used to say to each other. We used to ask each other, why did it take so long to figure out that we were in love. We’d known each other for nearly a decade. I wonder if she’d remember asking me that.