He’s still as good a traveling companion as I could ever hope for, but it’s not the same. We feel like partners. That hasn’t changed. But we don’t feel like a couple anymore. And there’s no sense in lying to myself. I want to be a couple with him. I want to be everything with him. I’m not silly enough to expect it will happen. Happily-ever-afters don’t exist in the world anymore. There’s still a good chance that one or both of us will die before we make it to Fort Knox.
