“We’ll go out every afternoon for pasta, and the sky will be clear, and we’ll go see all kinds of scenery. We’ll walk until our feet hurt, and drink wine, and we’ll sleep in the same room. We’ll look out new windows, and feel different from the way we do now with all that summer light pouring down around us, when it’s so hot we can’t stand it. I’ll wait until then—I won’t forget you. I don’t want things to end like this, only having known you during this strange time. But right now, I just can’t think about the future.”

