“I want to remember you this way,” I said to him, our eyes locking in ways they hadn’t. “I want to remember us this way. Maybe…maybe it can’t get any better than this. Maybe, some things are best adored, even appreciated, from a distance.”
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe. The other side fuels our imagination. California’s great. Although a double-edged sword, she’s got it going on, really, but you hated how it felt when you had her. Now that the leaves are falling off from its branches on this side of the country, you miss the mouthwatering Mexcian food, the Pacific and, sure, sometimes the sunny forecast and LA smog. But you wouldn’t do it all over again knowing everything because some things — the most precious things — are best adored — appreciated — from right here, from a distance, where wondering is a lot safer than knowing and using your imagination becomes more effective — more satisfying — than experiencing, or, existing.
