On the drive we talked easily, but we did make a small detour. After pulling into a rest stop, we made out like teenagers.

As they spoke, the only thing I could think about was that scene from Julius Caesar where Brutus stabs him in the back. Et tu, Eric?

How can I tell them that I love them if I'm no longer there?

I think... that when it comes to us, anything is possible.

I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings. I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms.

I want her to be smart and kind... and I want you to fall in love with her, because you shouldn't spend the rest of your life alone.

It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private.