“Dear Jonah,
I lied. ‘Goodbye’ is my least favorite word in my entire vocabulary, much worse than even ‘squish’ or ‘protuberance’, and I just can’t say it to your handsome face. Give your family kisses from me, will you? I think I fell for all seven of you a little more every day. But mostly you, Jonah. Mostly, madly, beautifully you. Don’t tell okay? He’d be crushed.
Maybe in my next life, I’ll be a wave in the ocean, and you’ll be a mountain, and we’ll spend years and years just brushing up against each other. You’ll shift so painfully slowly, and some days I’ll crash right into you and other days I’ll approach gently, licking your sides. That sounds like us, doesn’t it?
Or maybe we’ll meet in this same life. Maybe I’ll be working as a costume designer for a movie that’s filming in the city where you’re the chef of your own restaurant, and our eye will lock in the middle of a busy street, and I’ll whisper, ‘It’s you.’ Maybe I’ll sneak into your little bungalow house while your fiancée is out of town on business, and we’ll make love like we have in past lives and in this life. That doesn’t sound like something you’d do, but a girl can dream. Either way, Jonah, I simply cannot wait to see who you become.
Until someday,
Vivi”
-Emery Lord, When We Collided
