Keeley's confusion was at an all-time high. She tried to mesh her memories of Aaron with the way he was acting now and nothing added up.

　　A sonnet about Star Wars…she nearly forgot herself when she heard that. It was possibly the silliest thing she had ever heard come out of his mouth.

　　If things were different, it might have made her fall for him, but she would never fall into that trap again.

　　Aaron rejected her constantly in the beginning—her attempts at conversation, her invitations to hang out, basically anything that came out of her mouth got shot down.

　　She kept smiling and poking and prodding as she tried to figure out what was hidden beneath that cold exterior. She should have realized that underneath that layer of ice…was more ice. He was frozen to the very core.

　　Why was she so stupidly persistent back then? She should have given up after the second, third, tenth rejection and moved on with her life instead of getting stuck on the man for over twelve years.

　　Any tiny response from him was encouraging and she took it as a sign that he was opening up to her. Ha. He never truly opened up to her at all.

　　Unasked for, memories of how they officially began dating filled her mind.

　　It was Christmastime in Boston during their freshman year of college. Aaron's schedule was all over the place so even though she texted him daily they hardly ever saw each other.

　　That particular day he agreed to meet up with her downtown—he never wanted her anywhere near his campus. Harvard people were too good for the likes of a simple girl in love with the wrong man.

　　"Aaron!" Keeley yelled as she madly waved to get his attention from across the street.

　　He spotted her and walked over with a brooding expression on his face. "Your hat looks ridiculous," he said with a flick to the giant pompom that topped her crocheted beanie with little foxes on it.

　　"So, what did you call me here for?" Aaron looked as cold and detached as ever, as if he couldn't be bothered to show up but did anyway on a whim.