Darling, let’s drink champagne and enjoy the view from here. Forever.  Let’s make this the place we can always fall in love. The place we come to to find each other when we get lost. When we forget.  Let’s remember our love here, in this place. She said as her heels sank into the snow, her toes wet. Oblivious to it all.  Tipsy from the champagne. Drunk on life, drunk on love.

Promise to love me until the end of time, through the complicated and uncomplicated parts.  Promise to never let anything tear us apart. Never let anyone come between us.  Promise that you will always be there when I wake up in the morning, that you will hold me in your arms,  that you will take care of me and that you will lay down next to me and kiss me goodnight, every night for the rest of our lives.

Love me when I am overflowing with joy, love me more when I am unlovable. Love me when I am weak, when I am down.  Love me regardless. Love me without regrets. Love me without boundaries. Love me without conditions. Just love me.

Promise me that when you forget all the promises that you’ll come back to this place to remember. Promise me Darling.

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I was in Ottawa for a Gala (I just wanted to throw that in there, Gala, when do you ever get to say that) and I couldn’t sleep (shocking) and I don’t know, this picture inspired me, inspired my Zelda Fitzgerald persona for a brief moment, very briefly- it ended at Champagne. If I was a character in a novel set in the 1920s and I was walking around with a bottle of champagne in one hand and my love in the other and we came across these lawn chairs in the snow, I think this is what I would say…

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