I think too much when I think about the future

When I left for the trip, it felt like love. There were pies baked and trail runs past sleepy rattlesnakes and big promises made in broken French – what more did I need? More, evidently, as I ruined a good thing by wanting the immediate thing. I chose to blow up a problem rather than work through it. A spark that began long-distance ended the same way. We didn’t write for a month, and then …

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