From the Dark

"So what are we doing on Saturday?"

Such a simple question. Nothing special about it, really. Unless it was asked out of the blue with no prior hint of plans. Unless it came at the end of a long, rough day that refused to end. Unless it came from you, the best thing to ever happen to me.

And even though plans ebb and fail, the question still came. The thought still came to you to ask. Sure, it was the smallest of things, but it meant something. It held tremendous value to me. And that I will hold to my grave.