the question i’ve asked most often during our marriage, if not out loud, if not to the person who could answer. i suppose these questions storm cloud over every marriage: what are you thinking? how are you feeling? who are you? what have we done to each other?

                               w h a t   w i l l   w e   d o ?

Nothing’s sacred anymore. Those girls and I got so close. They were painting me naked every day for months. It was kind of like going to a really bizarre sleepover. It’s what you guys imagine we do: One naked girl and seven pairs of hands all over her.

People don’t come to see freaks of the heat of the day. They come in the evening. When the darkness moves in and speaks of mystery. The unknown. When logic loosen up its vice grip and the imagination comes out to play. The night allows the stars to shine and we come alive.

She’s my best friend.

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