Things I Remember

I wish this was where my story ended.

But, of course, it wasn't.

So...

These are the things I choose to remember:

Claire and I, holding each other's hands.

Claire and I, watching TV together, her head on my shoulder, pizza crust losing heat on paper plates.

Us practicing with the guys, getting better and better. Melodies streaming from under our fingers, mixing, separate streams coming into focus, harmonious with each other.

Snacks in the cafeteria, chatting about nonsensical stuff, laughing together, being drunk on the world and each other.

Feeling the first warmth of the coming spring as I wait for Claire on a bench by the lake.

The feeling of cooking for someone you love, and not just yourself.

Waking up with her.

Making her smile.