He leans down, kissing me with the Christmas lights shimmering overhead. With the snow falling, it’s a picture perfect moment. I wish I could snap-shot it and save it for later. Maybe because I have a feeling. One that hits me as he hugs me to his chest. We’ve never let ourselves be excited about something further down the road. Two addicts constructing a future together: when I think of it like that, it all begins to sound like make-believe. Too rooted in fantasy to ever come true.
