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I always envision you and I together in your field. The grass is un-mown and there are yellow flowers all around us. There are some purple ones too but mostly yellow. There are tangled tussocks every few feet and they hold the warmth and scent of the sun. We lie together with our heads close together. Your hair blows in my mouth every so often so I tuck it away. We giggle together and look, drinking each other in. You are beautiful and I am happy.

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Sometimes I envision my life if we’d ended up together…

You’re a musician and a potter. I’d follow where you wanted to go and we’d end up in a mountain town on the East Coast somewhere. I’d listen to you sing in the next room while I cooked. The winters would be mild and the light would filter into our apartment beautifully at golden hour when the sun was shining.

You’re an outdoor educator like me. We’d travel together doing different seasonal jobs. There would be constant change but we’d always have each other. I’d never get used to how beautiful your face is. We’d probably end up in the Northeast after spending our 20s out west climbing the high peaks and doing a thru hike. I’d dread the winter but you would love it and take me on walks, snowshoeing, and cross country skiing. You’d teach me how to keep warm. We’d have a wood stove in our house and eventually a dog.

I’d move to Wales for you. You would show me your field and I’d meet your mom. We would go on lots of walks and kiss in the rare sunshine. You’d get me a Parva rain jacket for my birthday. It would be a quiet life until one of us got an itch and then we’d adventure. You would take me places I never thought to think of. We’d make every place we traveled romantic. We would laugh a lot and I’d learn something new from you every day. You’d need glasses eventually and we’d have a beautiful child together. We would raise them gently and to be strong. I’d get you flowers a lot and you would wrap around and hold me with your words. The sex we’d have would resemble our conversations. Flowing and deep and present. Maybe I’d learn a little Welsh and I’d start saying chopping board, bin lorry, and tent pegs, though my accent would never fade.

We’d start out apart but you would come to me eventually. Somewhere not too quiet but not too loud. You’d stroke sweetness into my hair every night and I would make you laugh and laugh. I’d take you on hikes and once in a while you’d convince me to come to your dance workout class. Your friends would visit a lot and we would have fires in the backyard in every season. I’m the summer we’d go swimming together in the lake and I’d watch the sun sparkle on the water streaming off your shoulders and breasts. You’d see me and I’d see you.