I'm sitting here in the chair, listening to you sleep on the futon next to me. Normally I'd be the one dozed off during our shows but this time you beat me to it. There isn't anything particularly special about this moment. And yet I look at you and I feel whole inside, like everything I've ever waited for is in this moment. Seeing you there, hearing you there, feeling you there. And I feel content. Peaceful. Full. Complete.