I lie here thinking about how this entire night is quintessentially us. Highs and lows, pleasure and pain, happiness and sadness. Secrets and truths. With Sloane the rest of the shit in the world doesn’t matter because when I’m beside her, it always feels right. It soothes me. She soothes me. She always has. She’s that person for me. I’m out of my depth with her but this is Sloane. My Sloane. No matter what, we’re there for each other. My Sloane. I think it again and god it feels good.
