I suppose you’ve imagined a world without you. One of those “It’s a Wonderful Life” scenarios that so many of us posit when the world bashes what may actually be our reality. I’ve done it, too, in those moments when midnight’s darkness or tears blinded me to the George Bailey-ness of such an exercise in self absorption. I wouldn’t want to live in a world without you, even if I didn’t know what I was missing without you there and there and there and here in the timeline of my life. How would you feel if I never shined my light or cast my shadow across your path? Because it could’ve happened if I listened to that teary darkness’ logical alternative to what I thought I was suffering. And so, my angel, you’ve saved me from a world without. Without you, without me, without us. But we’ve brought each other a world with a special light and someone to dry our tears when we need to see this is such a better place because you’re there, I’m here, and we’re together to hear our bells when they finally ring.