Love.

One day I'll meet her. We'll fall so madly in love that lemonade won't need sugar and gargoyles will scowl and grimace and send expensive China to our wedding reception in order to compensate for their jealousy. She'll hold my hand while driving, and I'll gently put it on my shoulder so I can safely make the next turn, only to pick it up again and squeeze her fingers when the road goes on straight for miles. We'll lie in bed watching a silly movie, her snuggling up to me, leaning in for a kiss that turns into a pillow fight, and finally a mock wrestling match. I always let her win so she can claim that kiss. I see her in the tea leaves, the tarot cards, and the I-Ching bones. All that's left to do is wait.