I go to San Francisco, knowing full well that you are also going. I arange to be crossing the bridge wearing a beautiful purple dress, just at the moment when I know you will be there. I hear you say JOAN WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING HERE? I turn around and feign surprise. Oh hi, I say. I like to travel.
John Stamos falls in love with an extremely pretty Hispanic girl at the party. She turns out to be a boy. They get busy in the elevator. John enjoys himself very much. Later, they get married.
It is very hard being in love with you in 17th century Amsterdam. I want to wrap my arms around you, but it isn’t socially acceptable. I DO IT ANYWAY. It is raining, and I squeeze you so tightly that you drop your wallet. You say EVERYONE IS WATCHING and you try to pull away. I can smell the wet wool of your sweater. I refuse to let go.
I worry that I haven’t brought enough toothpaste to jail to last us through our life sentence. Sometimes they let us sleep together on a narrow couch, where we hold each other tightly. After you die, I try to hug a guard who looks a little bit like you. He is nice, and lets me.