“You’re not going to warn me that we’re making a huge mistake?” I ask warily. “Do you think you are?” Yes. No. “I know it’s not forever. I know he’s going to stay here and I’m going to go home.” I feel like I have to say that out loud, to prove that I’m not some lovesick idiot, that I haven’t deluded myself into thinking this is something it’s not. And yet, I can’t imagine being anything else with Jonah than what we are while I’m here. Jonah is Alaska to me.
