The Infinity Between Us

by N.S. Perkins

“I’ve always been willing to risk a lot of things for you.”

“So there’s an infinity of memories within me, and an infinity of memories within you. But the infinity between us? It’s even grander.”

Ever since that night, when there’s a thunderstorm during summer, he comes to my room and sleeps on the ground.

I might be a very bad feminist, but when someone tells me they’ll do the work for me, I don’t complain, so I wait for him in the car.

Who’s fooling who? We both know it’s always been you,

I don’t need to turn around to know whose body is curling around mine. I could recognize him from the feel of his frame, from the timbre of his laugh, or even from the smell clinging to his skin. I know him like I know myself.

“I know when you look at me, you see everything that went wrong, but when I look at you?” He licks his lips. “Violet, when I look at you, I still see the love of my life.”

Just thought you should know that if you ever find it in you to love this house—or me—again, we’ll be right here.”

I don’t want my Will of summer. I want my Will of forever.

“I’m sorry, baby, but you’ll need to say all that again. I’m still stuck on the ‘I love you’ part.”

It’s not always easy to be with the one you love. I realize it now. You need to work for it. But once you do, you can spend every day of your life feeling the way I’m feeling right now. Infinite.

“We’re a team now,” he says. “We’re going in together.”