October 21, 2012

My dearest,

We are surrounded.

The crowds, the swarming mass of other people. We cannot move beyond the swaying that comes with being surrounded by other human bodies. Why are we here? For a festival? A countdown? A concert? It’s hard to say. Hard to think above the roar, the babble of hundreds of voices all at once.

Okay, no more stepping out during the sales season again. Ever.

I only ever to be surrounded by you.

Yours, ever and always.