It’s quiet. For the first time in a long time. There isn’t anything that needs to be said. No argument to win. I know the harsh reality that awaits us outside of this space, but it doesn’t need to come until morning. For right now, I let him hold me. I let myself fall for him. Unabashedly in love even if I’ll never be able to say it out loud. And it’s not perfect. It’s ugly, broken, and when the sun pierces the clouds, he very well could return to hating me. I know that. But it’s us, and for right now, in this brutal moment of despair, that is enough.
