I celebrate 5 years with my lover and the time feels surreal, still. A tumultuous couple of years was enough for us to understand that ‘no matter what’ are empty words until you have buckled under the weight of such a promise. It was the first time we didn’t think the day through—just settled for a movie, a quick stroll, and dinner at a restaurant that had an empty table. We reflect on our love and the choices we made to stay, and on a whim answered the ‘36 Questions’ testing if we’d be honest this time, if there were things we still don’t know, if our veins will still sparkle glitter in each other’s gaze. It does, it does, and warmth spreads throughout my chest knowing that I still find home in the space you’ve carved out under your ribcage just for me.
