Loving the way we first did was easy. It required no patience, especially in these days of instant communication. Fathoms of fathoms apart, we were able to make our own narratives, edit the inconvenient or messy parts. Our directors' cuts were n't always careful, but they weren't complicated by the realities of domestic life; the day in, day out doldrums. Our worst, our weakest days, of being so worn down that we barely speak, feel empty.

I wish we were snakes sloughing off the baggage of so much trouble. So many heartaches. I want to leave it all behind and wake up some Sunday feeling like I have a place with you again. That spot where the sun shines through the window and warms you on a winter morning. A real place where I'm safe. We are safe.