“I have this thing where I ask myself how long it would take me to get over a person if they left me in that moment. And usually it’s a month, maybe two. But with him it was like, if he disappeared right now? Years. I wouldn’t be the same, ever. I already feel like a piece of my life is missing just thinking about it.”
I can’t wait to live in the mountains with you, and take our dogs for hikes. We won’t make our bed for weeks, and we’ll pile plates precariously on the dresser. We’ll play music too loud while we cook in the kitchen. On Wednesday’s we’ll visit a farmers market. On Sunday’s we’ll sleep in way past noon, memorizing the feel of each other for hours. We’ll watch it snow from the window, and try not to spill our coffee when we run from room to room.