Sketch me a picture of you and me, dancing wildly and striding happily. Sketch me a picture to go with the first, with you in a sombrero, dressed like a nurse. Sketch me a picture so soft and sweet, showing us cuddling and entwined from our heads to our feet. Sketch me a picture with us in Rome, looking at a map of Spain and trying to find our way home. Sketch me a picture with me as a slow old lady and you by my side—gallantly waiting. Sketch me a picture of my freshly dug home, with you standing in front of me with a tear ’cause I am gone. Sketch me a picture of our life together, with you next to me through everything, forever.

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