Savor It

by Tarah DeWitt

“Whenever you think too little of the world, try to remember that somewhere, something, or someone is always waiting to be known.”

“Your laugh is … I don’t know what it is, Sage, but your laugh…” I feel the muscles in his back bunch beneath my hands, the ones in his stomach contracting and relaxing against mine. “I think your laugh could maybe defibrillate me.”

“It’s been a privilege to fall in love with you, Sage,” I tell her helplessly. Her expression shatters, and I kiss the tears from her cheeks before I have to wrench myself away.

I also have Gary in my lap, a steady supply of treats being doled out to him to keep his depression at bay, with Sable at my feet. If an artist were to paint this whole scene, I think they’d name it Me and My Demons.

“Nothing’s for certain, except that I certainly fucking love you.”