25 March 1995

by jkatejohnston

Dear Max,

Here I am at Teresa’s at the beginning of our perfect life. It’s sunny and windy out. Teresa has gone running, and the kitties and I are lying around in the sun drinking coffee.

Last night I finally got here, and there she was, a little different from how I remembered her, as she always is. We kissed, talked, made out, talked, slept. I woke up at six. It was quiet and just getting light out, and Teresa was beside me.

“You’re still here!” I said.

“Yep.” We kissed and were all tangled up nicely. 

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