Cole

On the outside, everything is perfect. We park in a little lot and walk together in the cool November air.

Amanda is in a blue Helly Hanson jacket that will keep her dry if the threatening clouds decide to break open above us.

She's so beautiful. So fragile. We walk to the Saturday market by the river.

It's bustling even in the Winter, with vendors selling everything from art prints to fried donuts and handcrafted toothbrush holders.

Amanda stands in front of a beautiful print of cherry blossoms, and before she can protest I hand bills to the artist and have the prints bagged up.

"Thank you Cole. This...