He came back. Finally, after a few months away in the desert islands. He came back to me, for me.

I held him, spent the night held by him. Lazed around in bed together, barely a care in the world. My hands back in his. Our brunch tradition upheld. Laughing over a secret dinner.

That feeling, knowing he will always come back to me, for me...

I cant imagine how I had lived without knowing that