Maybe

The clouds are beginning to roll in over the mountains.

I can smell the creosote in the air from the wall of water I have yet to collide with.

A brief thought pops into my head...

Maybe we could be pen pals? Although, my handwriting is horrible. Still, stamps are cool and I definitely wouldn't spray my letter with cologne before sending it because that's crazy, right?

I don't know. That's the only solution I can think of that would protect each other's boundaries, be intentional, and still keep us connected to each other while leaving space for our own lives.

Maybe we would grow to look forward to the mail in anticipation of news of the other's successes. Maybe we will begin to notice the weight of a pen stroke with certain words. Maybe you prefer whiteout. Maybe we will begin to enjoy searching for new types of papers, or a wax seal that would add to the personal touch. Maybe we will grow to understand if the drops left from dried tears are of happiness or sadness.

Maybe.