Alive. I want to be alive and with Jake. I want this forever. I lift my head when the door to the shop opens, and I’d smile seeing Jake walk in even if he didn’t appear to be in the world’s greatest mood, but he does. He’s bright-eyed and beaming, straight teeth showing as he grins, and he says, “Hello,” in this sweet, happy way as he approaches the counter I’m seated behind, and how can such a simple greeting make my heart beat so heavy in my chest. What is this magic?