Brooks winks at me, and it does funny things to my insides. “I’ll guard our tree with my life.” Our tree. Fuck. I hate this. I really do. It’s easy to see how this could be our life together. Picking out Christmas trees together. Cozying up in front of the fire with Comet. Getting wrapped up in bed together. But it’s not. This is not real life. It’s only a fantasy until Brooks can get his own place and find some stability in his life. I need to pop this bubble before I get too swept up in it.
