Everyone in my family was falling in love. Not me, though. It's not that I didn't want anyone. I just hadn't been looking. Then in walked Lucy Rivera to the reception hall at my cousin’s wedding, crowding the s’mores bar next to me. I don’t know how toasted marshmallows and melted chocolate changed everything, but it did. The one night stand turned into late night phone calls, which turned into impromptu visits. Now, I'm making up holidays and special occasions just to see her. Left Hander’s Day? No one actually celebrates that. But we did. And now, I just want s'more of her.