“It’s was 11:23pm, the light winter winds in the southern desert blew lightly against the fire, bringing the red dust off the tailgate of the cruiser. Half naked we laid there. Tired, but I never felt more alive. Maybe I was drunk on the wine, but when you looked at me and said “there’s no way you’re not my person” I knew it that moment the skeptic I was wanted to die and become the optimist.”
There’s no way to know the future but I know I wanted to be that.
















