It's what it becomes.
Something golden. Something worth the wait.
I spent so long swimming through the dark, just... hoping.
I used to look up at that moon and wonder
if someone out there was looking at it too.
Wondering if they'd ever find me.
Wondering if I'd recognize them when they did.
Then you were just... there. Like you'd always been.
The one I didn't know I was swimming toward
this whole time.
And suddenly the moon wasn't something
to reach for alone anymore.
You are every warm thing I've ever known.
The cream. The cheese. The moon.
And the reason I keep swimming.
I love you, Stacie. I always will.
-- Bruce