There'll be times when we worry each other to death for no good reason. It's okay. It shows how much we love each other, I guess.

...although I believe God and the entire fucking Holy Kingdom are aware of how much I love you. It's all I ever think about. I imagine putting my thoughts in a bottle and corking the top, and tying a little balloon to it and launching it out my window. I think of it rising, to a higher plane of pastel yellows and oranges... your city in the clouds. A blushing cherub intercepts it, reads it, and gives a cute little smile in spite of herself.

But really, the Republic of Heaven... it's right above our heads, isn't it? We'll reach it some day. If anyone can, it's you and me.