My most,
Of all the people in all the years, of every almost and every nearly, of every someday — it was always you. The word fits because the feeling fits. One syllable for a whole life.
I would wait 32 years again. I'd wait a hundred. I'd wait the whole way around, just to land back here, next to you. It's always been you, baby. I love you more than I can say.

































