“If I could, I’d love for us to have a tiny backyard of our own. You could plant some flowers, or maybe the tea leaves you mentioned before that you would love to try, and read stories that aren’t really ours. If I could, I wouldn’t want us to only rely on letters to talk or feel you through the handwriting. I need your hands in mine, and me in your mind, eternally, when I open my eyes in the morning, I want the first thing I see to be your face.”
