There's a line spoken towards the end of "Vanilla Sky," as Tom Cruise realizes the meaning behind his life and its current manifestation: "It's the little things."
In the evidence of our long ago union, these are the things that I miss and cherish the most:
The idea that I could lay my back against the long of your legs, or take a lesson in evolution in our own front yard.
That I spent most mornings kissing you as you woke up, coffee with cream in your favorite blue mug.
That your bike cluttered our room, in our apartment - hindsight has proven my complaints to be little more than selfish immaturity.
That we had a Christmas tree, and a knife set, and, eventually, even our own pet. (I'm glad that I won out in the quest for his affection, by the way, thought I think that may have been by default).
That, for a time, M211 was my home. And that it was yours, too.
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