CHICANERY

There's a place. A place that exists on a plane between reality and memories. I go to that place sometimes and sometimes the place comes to me. It is a place where I talk to her and she speaks her heart to me. I ask questions and I make her replies up in my head. We talk for hours without end. I smile at her words and she laughs at my bad jokes. I am so happy when she is there- I share my whole day's events with her- that funny accident, that boring day, my phone that broke and my heart that she broke. In that place she listens to all my words and then she quietly kisses me and the world is beautiful again. I go to that place often. Its a beautiful place between reality and memories. It exists in my mind and it shall exist till the day I die.