I sit here and dream about the now, and then. I think about your eyes, and what you’ll do to make me smile on a big business day. How you’ll stand next to me when I step off that stage. How they’ll probably know you too. How you’ll laugh at the insane, and cry at the heart breaking. How you’ll take my hand, and we’ll turn and walk. And after those set of steps, we’ll do it all together. Because you’ll know my eyes say nothing more important than: “Just walk with me.” That’ll be perfect. I love you.