taru/lasse

Taru: "We've been together for five months, now, some of the best days of my life, I can hardly help laughing. The weather's getting a bit cooler now, but we keep life warm-- he keeps life warm. Yesterday we visited my parents, ended up on the driveway drawing chalk with the neighbor boy. Lasse put his art studies to good use, drawing a world of pale pink and yellow cities, a blue ocean and an enormous purple whale; it all reminded me of album art and I felt like those pictures of brides or girls blowing bubbles in magazines- like my happiness is too perfect, glossy, complete, to be true."

Lasse: "I have had to realize that without her, I'm not really who I am really. Her voice is almost rusty with laughter and wisdom. Everything I'm doing has been building and growing stronger since I found her. It's like-- okay, yesterday, we were at her parents, and she was just so bright that we couldn't really stay inside, so I told her parents we were going for a walk, and then, there was this kid drawing chalks on his driveway, so of course we joined him. Taru looks really pretty with chalk smudged on her fingers; I drew her a city and I was completely happy."

ansku

It's ten a.m., one of those mornings where the world looks unfathomably bright, and we should be thrilled at living. The air bites your face with pretty sharp teeth and we have nothing to do today but shine.

And you, you're awesome. I love having you with me; the way we can laugh at everyone, the way every one of our sentences is a shared secret. I love where we go together, the placid museum and the marble cafe. I like the taste of the wind; it's like summer falling down through the snow.

This city's colder than it used to be, but I'm all drenched in winter sun when you're with me. I love this city; the miraculous pale shelter of it, the rough-woven colors of it's life and how to live it. I love this street, especially, these steps with the twinkle-lights and the careless people. I feel raised up in the sky when you're with me.

It's nice-- isn't it nice?-- not to think at all about the coming summer or how we will be separated. Oh! but I shouldn't have said that. Now I'll be thinking of it.

If we should meet, it should be out here to say goodbye.