I was sure I still wanted you. But when I saw you again for the first time in months, we were different. Like when you come home from a long trip and walk in your front door, realizing for the first time your house has a certain scent. Except with yours, my senses would never get used to.

You were just fools gold. And me, the fool.

The intensity of my grief hits the mountains across Eclipse Sound, and then echoes throughout Arctic. There’s nobody around. I can barely see the town below the hill, nestled within the valley of barren tundra, across from the tiny airport, my only access to the south. I’m alone amidst this desolate landscape and there’s nowhere to hide. No trees or buildings or distractions. It’s just me in the depths of my suffering and all my faults and mistakes of the past are exposed underneath the spotlight of the midnight sun.

Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than yourself

Happy marriages begin when we marry the ones we love, and they blossom when we love the ones we marry.

It's good for Erik. It's not so good for us. We'd love to have him this weekend. But hey, this is what it's all about. Erik's a guy who's right there. If anybody can make it up there I think he's one of the guys that can.