A woman who doesn’t have me thinking “if,” only “when.”
I could tell you stories about seeing someone long distance. The long and short of it is that it’s not easy, but the right person makes anything possible.
One asks, “Why am I responsible for accuracy? Why must I restrict my own experiences to the context of time and place?”
Well, one, you’re going to die, and when you do die, your experiences will go with you. That would be an awful waste.
(I keep everyone’s secrets in a safe place. You may share them with me).
I’m in the PNW. Wave to me when you see me walking down the road. Blow me a kiss—it would make my day.
And I don’t indulge fantasylands. It’s much, much better out here. We can see it all.