And he was going to live where the seasons turned, and I was going to live where they didn’t and somehow we’d still have to try to be on a parallel line. There would be weeks upon weeks of boring gray without him and then two or three days of color. And that would be what we got. I could break up with him and suffer. Or I could date him and take what I could. Make memories when I could. With everything in life, it’s what you can live with. It always is. And this was still better than nothing.
