It was the opposite of standing high in the mountains, which had been the most intense happiness he’d known until then. Whereas that was an ecstasy of height, coolness, and solitude, this was an ecstasy of depth, warmth, and union. He wrapped an arm around her and she nestled her head on the nook between his shoulder and chest. Are you happy? he’d asked. I wish we could be like this forever, she’d whispered. But I’m also so happy that I wouldn’t have any regrets if I died right now. Like I wouldn’t even be mad.
