Alaska

I was half asleep this morning and was convinced you were lying next to me.

New York is harsh. I haven’t thought of you in a while. How about we build a fort in the middle of Alaska? We could make snow angels when it gets cold and the mailman can still wear his winter boots.

It’s a bittersweet lesson — When you get hungry, I’ll hunt you berries to paint our faces with. You have a new place, I have a new car. How about we take ten years and build a big fort in the middle of Alaska where we make snow angels when it gets cold? I shouldn’t have loved you, but how I loved you. I will come and build you fire.