I sent a leaf down the river and underneath there was a note in our secret language. It's on it's way to you and I will kiss it the way I kissed those pains away, each and every time you grazed your knee. You're just as clumsy as me and I like it. My eyes are sad but one day they will see all that is to be discovered. We will travel far and wide and the children will be laughing because they know we are real. That's what I like about you most. Real is all I've ever wanted because my battered and bruised self can show up that way. I will hear your voice from across the staircase and open my door and there you will be standing waiting patiently for me.