Don't Forget to Write

No fairytale, this. Just fast friends, a gruesome end, and a few fond words shared at the wake. But I pretend, just to mess with make-believe, that love is a redemptive endeavor and not at all about insecurity / jealousy / obsession / regret:

The two of you sip limoncello on Capri. I wait for you to come up for air, to remember why you guys chose this island from all the other (much better hidden) hideouts in your price range. It is because those soulful birds sunbathing on the rocks are exactly your cup of poison. Have another round on me.

I wait for your postcard.