There was love and truth in words and silences tonight.

And if there's any proof that the purest love has no promise of marriage attached, it's between you and I. I would like to be bitter, to hold some sad song over my head, but the truth in your silences spoke more love than I could know.

And this is when I know that the Spirit lives.
Because it's all ok.
Because it's all actually ok.

Bicycles, and gin, and pipes, and picnics, and late nights, and early mornings, and real deep true forgiveness, and silence.
All these things are good.