A love note from Connor to Tawny.
Before I’d even set eyes on you, you turned my life upside down.
When you drove like a bat out of hell down the ramp, narrowly missing the raccoon-with-a-death-wish, the perimeter of Starling Key wasn’t the only wall you rammed into that day.
But I didn’t want my wall to be broken, so I fought you, and I’m sorry.
I am sorry I made your life hell. I’m sorry I put you in that shithole of a dorm on your first night. I’m sorry I singled you out after a few drinks on the beach. I’m sorry I refused to see what was right in front of me.
But, there are things I am not sorry for, too.
I am not sorry I caught you when you fell off the gate to the northeast wall. Your body crashing into my chest took my breath away that morning.
I am not sorry you sat on our prized cactus. Extracting a hundred needles out of your beautiful ass goes down as one of the best experiences of my life, even though I couldn’t look at you right after. And you know I had a boner the size of Everest.
It’s taken me a long time to get here, but finally, I am not sorry you saw the truth of me that night, when my vision was overtaken by memories and my hands dragged you into it. That was the moment that changed everything. You were the catalyst. You set that train in motion. You are the person I owe my life to.
Seeing you crash into the wall wasn’t the beginning. Time and true love are simply not that tangible, quantifiable or finite.
As is fast becoming our tradition, in the words of the great F. Scott Fitzgerald, I love you, and that is the beginning and end of everything.
And true to our other tradition, my love, here is a baby cactus. May it grow as strong as my love for you. May it thrive for a hundred years. And if it ever be sat on, may it bring infinite happiness to he who pulls out the spikes.
All my love,