Funny You Should Ask

Mostly, though, it’s her. It’s us.

It’s the stories she reads me late at night, when she’s spent all day writing and isn’t sure that any of it is good (it always is). It’s mornings waiting for the hot water to boil so we can
have tea and coffee and talk about what comes next. It’s feeling like every day is the perfect day, even if the whole day isn’t perfect, but finding the moments that are. Being so proud of her that I could burst.

It’s knowing that this isn’t a fantasy. It’s real life.

“Yes,” I say. “Yes.”

“I love you too,” I say. “Everything about you.”