Every time he looked at her he was reminded of Arizona. Warm and never ending, she was somehow so simple and abstract at the same time. He refused to let things ruin what he saw. He swore he'd never do it again, But he was tempted to break that promise like a vegan smelling bacon. He didn't care what people thought of him anymore because when he looked in the mirror, her by his side is what reflected back at him. Love was a ghost whom haunted him in his darkest times; He was a ghost hunter. She was the last sip of the bottle, the last plea on the stand, his only hope for a better tomorrow. He was well aware that this might be his only chance of breathing. He played a million games of strip poker with the thought of her leaving, so that it was all undone. He was the only note left on the page. She was the only magazine with a headline that stuck out to him. They were both well aware of the number of times each of them had given themselves away to people who treated them like a box of cigarettes. Y'all, she reminded him of his favorite character in every movie. They listened to 'blonde' when it came out and he realized she's the person he's going to be with. He's been running for so damn long and he finally found a place to settle down at just before he jumped off the cliff he was headed for. The things he was force fed in church had nothin' on this miracle. When they kissed, he realized his mom wouldn't ever have to wake up to a note from her son. When they hugged, he realized there'd never be another power outage in North Carolina... Or Arizona.