Mi amor, in our effort to wait for the 2000 plus miles (3200+ kilometers) to disappear, we can establish this homestead where we shall meet.
It is our little place, our little space in this corner, blessed with love and sentiment and uncluttered by a real life space one would need to rent, buy, own, pay insurance, utilities and stock up with cheese.
This is a place where I can frame all the reasons why I love you and put them up on a wall without making the house look tacky. Here is my first post:
We were able to spend one blessed day together yesterday. It was real and it was short. At one point, we had to cross a street and our fingers entwined. In the safety of your lead I was able to admire your face. You were looking past me and you looked fierce, and I thought, at first it was towards the honking traffic. I was almost entirely wrong. You saw the day was pulling the shadow long-wards to the hills. You were protecting me not from cars but from time slipping through our fingers. And I just happened to catch you at your moment of chivalry.
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