My boyfriend says:

I think that this is why I relish writing for you so much. It makes it possible for me to be not like I am, but as I desire for you to see me. I can be funny, because I have time to meditate about how to be funny, and I can repair my mistakes when I perform mistakes, and I can be a melancholy person in manners that are interesting, not only melancholy. With writing, we have second chances. You mentioned to me that first evening of our voyage that you thought you might have been born to be a writer. What a terrible thing, I think. But I must tell you, I do not think you understood the meaning of what you said when you said that. You were making suggestions of how you like to write, and how it is an interesting thing for you to imagine worlds that are not exactly like this one, or exactly like this one. It is true, I am certain, that you will write many more books than I will. But it is me, not you, who was born to be the writer.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

:::

I am sitting in a hotel room tonight (and have been here all week), eating my salad in bed and listening to Louis Prima and Lou Monte. But tonight there is a difference. One of my best and dearest people is also in a hotel tonight, and I imagine us living parallel lives, in identical hotel rooms, in our pajamas in front of our laptops, green-and-burgundy bedspreads and night tables with bottles of water and vanity cases under the sink, missing our dogs and reading fanfiction and getting sleepy, a thousand miles away from each other, and counting.

I don't know why this pleases me so much. But it does.