CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER THREE
We'll marry. We'll move to Alabama. I'll let you grow your beard. I'll kiss you. A lot. Often. We will have jobs. But that's not important. We'll have a dog. And we'll listen to more Bon Iver on our front porch. I'll read poetry and you'll love me. Every now and again we'll walk through the woods holding hands, not speaking. When I fall asleep you'll kiss me on the forehead. When you fall asleep I'll put a blanket over you.