In another life, If I'd flown across an entire country, gotten on one knee in the underground Harvard Library, asked you to marry me, two weeks out of surgery, You would have said yes. Instead of laughing it off like a joke. And we'd be cuddled up together on the same couch or bed instead of messaging from WA to MA at 10Pm (PST) like we've done every night for almost two decades. Him: If I was living with you, I'd still ask you. You are breaking my heart.
















