I'm in your bed.

It was Summer again. This one was different, though. I had you.

Every longing was satisfied and every wish was granted. The cold rain was warm sun. Falling stars kept making dreamers out of everyone. Love was (is) us. Paint spilled in the proper patterns. Pages rustled again. Ghosts were broken out of concrete. The skies were healed. Every foretelling was fulfilled. Every prophecy. New ones were made. Growing was done. Everything is better now.

Nothing remained static. The rules our lives play by became fluid. They became light, and good; no longer things to be feared. We are adaptable. We are strong. We do not bend, because we are not solid. We cannot break because we are untouchable. We are not separable because we are gravity.

....The Truth brought this Summer... And this Summer brought Truth.