It seemed so wrong to tell her that I’d looked up her boyfriend like she’d asked and that somehow more had happened than she’d planned because telling her would make everything different, would tell her she couldn’t trust me anymore, we wouldn’t be smiling or doing each other’s hair, her wings would grow larger and mine would disappear and it would be a bad thing that she’d never forget and neither would I, he being more unforgettable than my promise, all of it too rushed and hot to be drawn in an innocent picture with apologies and small hearts.