Give me pterodactyls

How many times have I had a boy reach out his hand to grasp mine, to force his gaze into my glossed-over eyes, telling me that this time would be like none before him and sometimes, the daring ones would say “ever”. Depending on my mood that day, I’d either laugh or say something witty or mundane, to be nice or sarcastic— the options didn’t vary for me.…