In a dream last night I was left two letters, at the top of the stairs. One of them was from Cobie Smulders, saying we couldn't be together anymore. It was a long letter, full of charted data plotting how she just didn't have the time to devote to a relationship, and she has to let me go. But I'll never forget that first moment at what I presume was an award show, when she was dressed so elegantly, but smiled like a school girl when she took my hand. It was lovely.
Oh Cobie, brief as it were, I'll never forget our time together.
I woke up before I could read the second one. But I knew it was another rejection. I can only imagine it had something to do with Cobie Smulders.