I’m lost in him. In this second of time that’s standing still. Wrapped around the man I’ve loved for years and never thought I could actually have, I’ve found peace. The part of me that has been broken since my mom died heals. The scar still shiny and fragile, but it’s there, knitting me back together. The urge to cry hits the back of my throat and burns my eyes, so I lean my forehead against Brendon and just breathe. Wrapping my arms around his neck to keep him as close as possible, we just exist in this together.
