I turn the music up so it drowns us out.

There's a sort of relief I get dreaming about the future. Creating brilliant schemes of how it will be. The one that brings the most comfort is my trip to Des Moines this summer. A year after last summer's; where it all began. I imagine the city will be just as it was, only it will hold a sort of magic. Though the magical essence isn't the city itself, but rather someone there. Someone precious. Someone cherished and forever immortalized in that very city. A city of wonder.
I long for it to be summertime. When the air is sweet and filled with moisture and the heat is staggering. I long for sunshine and warm downpours. But most of all, I long for her, and the feelings she brought to the summer time. Feelings that will forever after be felt in the summertime, whether or not she's in my life.
She made a magic time even more so. My favorite of the year holds that much more appeal. As does the rest of my days since her. They've been glorious and terrible but all the while they were wonderful, because she's here.