We’ll have sick days and bad days and tragic days where life and death becomes more than bickering over what type of potato salad to bring to the police picnic. But as long as we always love harder than we fight, we’ll always find our way back to the light. We’ll find our fireflies. And we’ll always kiss away the wounds we claw in each other before carving sweeter ones with the way we crash together in bed. That’s who we are. It’s who we need to be together. It’s what makes us stronger, when we never crumble, never waver.
