I scoot forward, hands on his cheeks, lips in front of his own. And I kiss him. It’s yes and of course and we’re going to be so happy, you just wait and see. It’s sixteen years of Hi. What’s your name? Mine’s Lucky. It’s knowing no matter how much more time passes, this is my person, and I am his, and we’re bound together by fate or choice or, hell, corn for all I know.
