When I come, it’s like a punch to my solar plexus, soul-consuming and comforting all at once. It’s that feeling of home I’ve only ever had with him. It’s the rumbling of mountains and the kiss of wind through the fields, and it’s love. God, is it love, wholly, pure, and absolute. I won’t ever love another the way I love Ellis, and I don’t want to. He’s it. He’s always been it.
