Was it you that I saw in those grassy hills over there? Or was it the unknown fairy that I’ve thought so much about? That sweet chant—was it hers? Or was the singing voice that put me into the deepest slumber yours? Either way, it probably doesn’t matter, for when I wake up, I want you by my side. And even if you aren’t there beside me, I’m pretty sure it was you that kept me close all night.

I’m so lucky that I can wake up with the thought of you, that I might as well be in a Celtic story about how love works. And I warn you that I’m aware that there is a cruel trick coming up soon enough. But I’m a good Celtic boy who knows that in this pot of gold, there are wonders worth his life.

And you ask me, “What’s the cruel trick?” I guess the cruel trick is that I love you so fucking much, it’s hard for me to get to the end of that rainbow. I hope we never end, but I promise I’ll see us through.