TERMS OF THE HEART
Damien said, turning me gently to face him, the city lights spread out gold and endless behind us, "I know exactly what safety actually feels like. It feels like this. It feels like you."
We stayed out there a long while, past the point where the skyline stopped feeling like a backdrop and started feeling, simply, like the place two people had finally, fully, made their home — no contract left between us anymore, no terms except the ones we chose freely, every single day, for each other.