"We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright."
"What kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call."
I remember listening to this story when NPR originally ran it a couple of years ago - I remember it precisely, actually: I was in my old apartment, getting out of the shower and dressing for work when I was stopped in my tracks by Danny and Annie’s voices.
This animation is a charming tribute to the very best kind of love story - the kind that feels aspirational and obtainable at the same time.