(Montana, If It Matters)

He told her he wanted to go to Montana. That was when she knew. It wasn't quite so simple, but certainly wasn't so complicated. He was a collector, a hoarder, a loser. It was a decade before she managed to get him to throw out his collection of postcards. They were 50 in number, and identical in style, all of the Empire State Building. He burned them, or, rather, let her throw them in the fire.