Because nothing will fucking keep me from her. I believe it so deep that I’m here, on our field, planning our future. I drop my eyes before turning around to stare at the taped-off outline of the house to be built. “It’s all for you, baby.” I bought it all, the whole fucking plot of property. And bribed quite a few people to keep it quiet. Nobody knows it’s mine, and that’s the way it’ll stay until this shit is over. Because one day, we’ll sit out on our porch, looking up at the same stars that we fell in love under, not being able to remember ever even being apart.
