He straightens up and presses a kiss to my lips. “Next time.” The conversation is playful, but the promise isn’t, because I know he’s talking about so many more next times. All the next times we desperately want to have. All of our one days where we won’t have to rush. Won’t have to face insurmountable problems. Days where we can simply lie in each other’s arms and…live. But in order to make sure we get that, we have to face these worries and threats. We have to face these hard realities so that we can finally be free. And then, we will get our one days, our next times, our happy. One day.
