But at night our bodies betrayed us. We fell together in the dark, finding the shape of each other as if easing into well-worn clothes. Grabbing at wrists, handfuls of hair, trying to find something to hold on to. Waking curled around one another like two animals sleeping together for warmth. It was sad to greet the morning that way, in such old, familiar intimacy, and remember the distance with which we now conducted our lives. Was this intimacy too? Strained and cautious. Slowly building back up all the barriers we’d broken through. Falling in love in reverse.
