you are a story that I’ve written a thousand times over. in this version, you wear my...

you are a story that I’ve written a thousand times over. in this version, you wear my favourite mustard sweater and I push my thumbs into the hollow of your shoulders. in another one, we tramp through a field of wild flowers that are coloured dizzy and purple just like us. 200 years ago, I fell in love with you in the shadow of a willow tree and the branches looked like they wanted us to touch. 100 years after that, I pass you in a coffee shop window and think of you for months after that. we fall in and out of love in every one of these stories. i feed you dandelions. i eat honey off your back. we hold hands like we are going to fall off the edge of the universe together.