I have loved you in too many dreams. And held you never on nights when you slept little and I slept less. There are some things in this world far too precious to risk holding too tightly, and you are one of them. You are one of the irreplaceable things people carry around in their hearts, walking the streets of cities empty except for the life carried inside of them. I want to give you all that I am able to. I want to give you happiness and the seaside. But if you were here right now, I’d give you proper sleep and a night spent in peace, reading lit, and spilling tea, and all the little quirks under the sheets.