The next month is going to fly by. In a month, I'm going to be on the opposite side of this continent, six hours closer to home (heh), starting a new life of sorts in ...
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.