Next Year in Havana

by Chanel Cleeton

“You speak of passion, but what about companionship, mutual respect, friendship? Why do people always seize on the spark that can peter out as the measure of a relationship?”

Perhaps we’re the dreamers in all of this. The hopeful ones.

That’s the thing about death—even when you think someone is gone, glimpses of them remain in those they loved and left behind.

“You never know what’s to come. That’s the beauty of life. If everything happened the way we wished, the way we planned, we’d miss out on the best parts, the unexpected pleasures.”