The Wall of Winnipeg and Me

“But I can’t remember anymore what it’s like to not be happy.”

“You really want me to go to Colorado with you?”
“What have I told you about stupid questions?” he asked. “Yes, I want you to.”

That handsome, wonderful face leaned closer to mine. “How do you not know that you mean the world to me? I haven’t made it clear enough?”
“I don’t know,” I stuttered. “Do you love me?”
His gaze was so intent the entire world seemed to stop. “You tell me. I never stop thinking about you. I worry about you all the time. Every beautiful thing I see reminds me of you. I can’t finish my practices in Colorado without wishing you were around,” he said in a steady tone. “You tell me what I feel.”