Robyn and I have lived together for 12 years. We moved in to our city apartment on January 2, 2011 on a Thursday morning when my whole life was changed. She smells like the ocean, windy, salty and wild. Her art is bright and messy. She still doesn’t know I can see the bright pink splotch under the left couch leg. She plays her music too loud so I can’t hear her sing, and I used to think she never ...
