Dear Wigleaf,

I'll probably want to kiss you even though we've never met.
 
Every night, from the window above my kitchen sink, I fall in love with the flicker of faraway hills. And I've stood alone on the sidewalk in a strange city until the copper tomorrow light of passing cars came to carry me home. Maybe we all just want to smoke and kiss on a street corner as the cab idles. Or tiptoe a train platform, our arms thrown around a lover's neck, weeping farewell.

Here's exactly what I want to do: talk until we're too tired, maybe lay my head on your chest, stay until morning...We'd end wars, I think, if we could all live in the moments before a kiss.

You'll leave me too one day. Or I'll leave you. With time, everything we love will leave.

Take something of me with you? Even strangers can try to stay awhile.

with love and distance,
Dina




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