Love letter # 368

Once we had that classic thing; you and me against the world. Sure, it was a delusion but at the time it was the most powerful and wonderful thing. I felt as though somebody, at last, got me. Together we were everything.

Now, when I look back, I am tempted to see the ashes of dreams – but I always stop myself. For that dream is alive. It lingers in the crease of your smile. In the way you look at me. In the arch of an eyebrow. These days we only have it in brief fits. Yet we still have it.

I try to remember this when we’re fighting.