Texts with Maria Thursday Afternoon
Peter: You’ve broken me, Pippi
Peter: Shame on you
Maria: ???
Maria: I’m delighted, of course, but further explanation would still be useful here
Peter: Am I or am I not the man who acted like a jackass and let you leave me because I was determined to take jobs that would keep
me away from you for months or years on end
Maria: Yes, obviously
Maria: If one of us is behaving like a jackass, I think we should always assume it’s you
Maria: That general rule has stood me in good stead thus far
Peter: And are you or are you not the woman who said she’d miss me terribly if I were gone for too long
Maria: I believe we both remember the incident clearly, Peter, thanks so much for reminding me of that very happy day
Peter: If all that’s true, if we’re remembering things clearly, then why am I here on location in NYC and fucking miserable after
two fucking weeks apart while you’re blithely doing your own thing in LA and seem happy as can be
Peter: YOU brOKE ME, WOMAN
Peter: SHAME ON YOU, I WAS IN MINT CONDITION
Maria: ...
Maria: Of course I miss you, sotnos, but work helps, and seeing our friends helps, and I’ve FaceTimed my family a lot too
Maria: I wouldn’t say I’m happy as can be, but I’m okay
Maria: So if you’re trying to get me to admit that I’m struggling by pretending YOU are, please don’t worry
Peter: Sweetheart, I’m not trying to do anything but tell you I miss you like fucking crazy
Peter: I don’t care whether you’re fine
Peter: Well, I do, you know I do, but what I’m attempting to say is that I don’t want a several-month separation more than once
a year
Peter: Whether you can handle it or not, I can’t
Peter: I may be a broken shell of a man, but I’m YOUR broken shell of a man, and I need you near me
Maria: Want me to fly out tomorrow evening for a quick visit?
Peter: No
Maria: No?
Peter: I already booked my flight to you, Maria
Peter: I’ll be there tomorrow night
Peter: If you have time to pick me up from LAX, please do, I need to have you in my arms as soon as I possibly can
Peter: I love you.
Maria: Jag ?lskar dig ocks?, Peter.
Maria: Your blue cupboard is gleaming right now. You know that, right?
Peter: :-)