Murphy's Glen.

And you told me I was beautiful, in the dark that night. I asked how you could be certain, and you remarked that my "silhouette was enough". And in the dark that night, it was cold and it was hot in our everythings and nothings and the rain disguised the summer's night we had created in our beds.

SUPRISE

I found you, out here in the nothing. I found you. You didn't expect this at all; didn't expect me. Did you?

Life is good.