I pictured a thousand different scenarios, a thousand possible ways to celebrate our anniversary, but this was none of them. How could have I imagined this? Nobody saw it coming, and all of a sudden we were blowing this candle under quarantine. I’m here, you’re there, and it doesn’t matter where there is or how far it is: sometimes the only thing that matters is that there is not here.
Words are funny. You add one letter to one and I cannot hug you anymore; and everyone’s dying to get out but I would kill to stay in if you were here.
Happy anniversary, I guess.
I love you.
The Swell Season – In these arms