Zee Scribbles

“I want to get closer to the stars, Amamoh,” I said while gently running my fingers along the sole of his foot. It was early in January. Amomah and I were out in Iceland for the weekend. He liked surprising me. He would come up with the most unexpected and astonishing ideas after rejecting every little thing I suggested.   He wanted to make this Saturday very special for me.  He chose a place he knew I would love. A remote island some distance from Reykjavik, covered in a blanket of snow, with a lake coated in a sheet of ice thick enough to skate on, and glorious peaks of volcanic mountains and towering glaciers.  I was still in disbelief. This was his way of expressing his love. This was Amamoh, my own Amamoh. I was excited. I wanted to go sledding on a snowy hill and pretend to knock myself out so he could carry me in his arms, bring me back to our glass cabin, and place me in front of the fireplace only to then realize I was pretending. I wanted to go snowbo...