After we made love, we rested for a while before stepping outside. Dawn was breaking, and the sun was just about to rise. We settled on a large rock, taking in the beautiful view in silence. I glanced at him as he draped his jacket over my shoulders. He must have noticed I was feeling cold. “No, I’m good.” I was about to hand the jacket back, but he shook his head. He didn’t seem too cold himself, unlike me, so I let it be. “How do you feel?” I asked. “Right now?” I nodded, still staring at the horizon. “I don’t even know how to put it into words. Everything inside me feels tangled. You know… it feels unreal. I’m scared I’ll wake up one day and realize these were all just a dream.” “I feel the same way,” I said, smiling at him. All these years with him, life hasn’t been an endless loop of happiness. We’ve had joy, yes, but we’ve also hurt each other more times than I can count. With him, love isn’t only romantic; it’s grown with us. It has become secure, peaceful, and tender
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