You Only Ever Wanted to Be An Artist: Palo Alto, California 1967

You only ever wanted to be and an artist. You had a very singular life planned for yourself and didn’t feel at all needy of a partner. Hell, you were looking forward to being your own person, figuring out how you would finish growing yourself up. You were going to be a sculptor. Artists don’t need people. Artists need the quiet of their own minds to find the vision it takes to make something out of nothing. But here you are, with David, getting married. You must have wanted very badly to belong to someone and David asked you to marry him every day from the first time you met. You knew solidly that your answer was a No, a goodness No, a not right at all No, all the way until that weird day when No could not be found.