One year ago, I was in love with a girl in Arizona. I went to see her and we’d lie in bed and watch French movies and eat Mexican food. I got to watch her work. She was so confident, so at ease. It was the happiest I had been in a long time.
For a long time, I couldn’t think about it without feeling an oppressive sadness. I can remember that time fondly now.
I hope she does, too.