Without You Here There is less to say
Perhaps we could lie to each other just for a night. ((Although I think you would be the only one really lying.)) Or theoretically, for a weekend. a long weekend. a long weekend at a ski resort in the middle of nowhere that we've been to before and we could not see a flaw in each other. and we could lie together and lie to each other believing that this is it.
yeah, maybe we could do that. and then maybe afterwards we could sit up on the phone every night and tell each other that we loved each other and that we would spend the rest of our lives in a white apartment in the middle of New York together living happily while I wrote the articles for your amazing photos.
maybe we could do that, and then the whales would grow legs and crawl out of the ocean and take over the world.