Here. Right here, this moment. “What a curious and charming man,” I thought. Oh, it had been so long, I’d forgotten that feeling, but… I looked at you, and… I almost forgot myself for a moment. God knows I’ve tried not to think of you. Very hard, but I… I’ve thought of you often. Thinking about the places we would go if we were ever to leave Bly. Where we’d settle. You’d open your restaurant. Make me taste all those wonderful recipes you created in that beautiful, maddening mind of yours. I always think that I would very much like… to spend the rest of my days with you. Listening to your dreadful puns, holding your hand, and… I loved you, Owen. I should have told you.