I said sorry to you; because, that you'd be tired to death from work on a fiery autumn day like this, I already knew, But called for you still, to come meet my friends, as they themselves met my friends. Because I wanted you to see all the beauty in them; because I wanted them to see all the beauty in you. And you told me to never to worry at all, that it’s easy when it’s for someone you care for, all the means through all the ends. And I put my hand on your shoulder, and you turned, and we came to a stop, under a streetlight in Prospect Park. And I put my hand on your cheek, and kissed you on your forehead, brushing aside your hair. And the hug you returned has never since ended, because I still go back to that spot over my heart where it left its mark. I still ring your words back to me, thinking, "What little else have I ever needed more in this life? What little else, more than someone who cares?"