to a song in the bath. Two-hour musings, epsom salt dreams. It played on repeat. I remember all of the words. And I remember the way it made me feel.

Reminding me of someone whom I've never met, I feel hopefully hopeful. But my eyes are wet. Not sadness, but to be happy in the beauty of the future. The one I know exists, is true. I can't describe it. I know you will not understand. But him.

He will be tangible. In all the right ways.