I found this letter I had written to myself 4 years ago….
In it I seemed so assured of what I wanted…
My seashell palace on capecod, with it’s white picket fence, and the porch which I would sit and grade papers, sipping tea until I fall asleep….
Why then I was so sure of what I wanted…..
And you went and fucked it up.
Because as long as I love you, I will never have any of those things.