She’s all I can think about.  There is nothing distracting enough to keep me from thinking of her. Sleep doesn’t even act as a safe haven from these slaloming thoughts. They always seem to carve deep turns through the snow-covered forests that are my dreams.
Just weeks ago we were planning our upcoming trips together. All the fun we were going to have.
Now, I can barely even look at her.
The air in the room tells me the feeling is mutual. Since my most recent skateboarding injury, I’ve been unable to shred. 

My sweetheart, Cecelia, is upset that I can’t ride her.

Another Boarder Patrol is up

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