An incantation, a wish, a prayer. I loved David and I loved God and I didn’t believe anymore that those things were in conflict. I felt something like love for myself. I also knew that the way forward wasn’t any less complicated, but no one ever promised me less complication. If anything, it’s always going to become more complicated. Better but more. Better and more. Pride is a party and a riot, after all. And I was here for all of it.
