I know when something is too important to be decided by logic.

He wasn't mine anywhere except in my heart.

His quiet certainty made the ground beneath my feet feel solid. Like someday everything might actually be okay.

The freedom of saying anything to him, telling all, relieved a burden I hadn't even realized I'd been carrying. In my relentless push to keep moving forward, there had been so many emotions I hadn't let myself inhabit fully, so many things I hadn't talked about. Now I couldn't quite catch up to myself.

I guess I thought the strength of my wanting would be enough to make him appear.

Both of us were quiet with the recognition that something was ending, and something was beginning.

Sometimes a simple question could have a complicated answer.