June 4, 2012

My dearest,

“Hold the book up,” you say. “I want to take a picture of the cover.”

I obey.

“Higher, hold it higher.”

Okay.

“Hmm. Just a little higher. A bit more… perfect!”

You take a photograph with your iPhone. You look at it and beam.

“It’s beautiful,” you say. I take the phone from you and look.

“My face is covered,” I complain, “you can’t see my face.”

“I know,” you say. “Perfect coverage, don’t you agree?”

Yours, ever and always.