Holding hands was simple, but not to me. None of this was simple to me, and I’d made none of it simple for Dominic either, but he never gave up. He never stopped coming after me and fighting for me even when I yelled at him not to. Even when I showed him my ugliest demons and hoped they sent him running. He stayed and he loved all of my ugly with all of his beauty. He was a miracle, and he deserved to know it.
