Together we could go anywhere. If we wanted to. We could go to Paris and eat a croissant, or two. Or Rome, to lie on the floor of the Cistine chapel and look at the nice ceiling. We’d probably get in trouble with the guards, but, it might be fun to spend the night in an Italian jail with you. I’m sure if we wanted to we could go to the moon. And we could sit in the sea of tranquility and eat sandwiches. It would be expensive, probably. I’d wash dishes all year and save up if we decided it was something we really wanted to do. We could laugh at all the billionaires across the crater in their fancy shoes. They wouldn’t be having as much fun as us. Or we could just go to Tesco, hold hands in the bread aisle. And, well, buy some bread.