If I knew things were going to go the way they did, I would have voted differently. I would have written Cassidy Coon in bold and underscored letters, grabbed a giant red pen and said Yes! You are the leader of my heartland, the landscape of my heart!

We’ll be our own administration. The administration of our love. I would carve the declaration of that love with the hardest chisel into the hardest of granite. I would never doubt your love for me and I’d serve that love with all of the constitution I could muster. With our victory we shall make love on the ramparts under the rockets red glare!

Then…. after all of the pomp and circumstance, after all of the naysayers and pundits have exhausted their efforts, we will hold hands and just….. be…..sweet.

I love you.

Love, Craig