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Hey, remember when Forbes called you guys the last great American dynasty and then Taylor Swift used that as the title of a song?”
“Once this guy swallowed a Fitbit. He was cheating and he got a text from another woman on it. His girlfriend demanded he show it to her, so he ate it. It was still tracking his steps from his stomach.
“Grace costs you nothing. My grandma used to say it. She especially liked to say it to herself when I was being a little shit.”
“I like to read,” I said, grinning. “It’s the only way I get to live somewhere that isn’t Wakan. I read three, four books a week. A lot of audiobooks. That way I can work and read at the same time.”
And hes a reader!?!? Wow
“Pull the emergency release,” I said, smiling. “There’s an emergency release?” I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying not to crack up. “There is. Go in there, and I’ll tell you how to open it.”
This exact scenario happened between my husband and I LOL …
The world stopped turning. We were suspended in frozen animation. A moment so perfect it couldn’t be real. And I realized then that it was too late. I was in too deep. The time to walk away had ended. I think it was over the moment it began. Wakan and Daniel were planted inside of me and they were growing there, like a garden bursting into life. Roots plunging and anchoring me, vines twisting and flowers pushing from the earth and blooming in my soul, filling me up.
Love follows you. It goes where you go. It doesn’t know about social divides or distance or common sense. It doesn’t even stop when the person you love dies. It does what it wants. Even if what you want is to not be in love.
I missed her so much it was physically painful. It was a form of grief. A withdrawal. Starvation.
Because you carry love with you. And the realization that I couldn’t escape this was so devastating, so overwhelming, I couldn’t breathe.
She smiled and I looked into her eyes and I saw everything. The rest of my life. I saw children and grandchildren and rocking chairs on the back porch of the house overlooking the river and two old people, dying on the same day because the world would never be cruel enough to make either one of us exist without the other.
