Relationships are like countries. Friendships, families, marriages. Any deep, meaningful relationship tends to form its own customs. Its own language.
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All marriages, just like all countries, have conflict. Sometimes patriotism is strong enough to overcome it—weighing what is shared against what could be lost—but sometimes, the conflict highlights that the country itself was founded on unsteady ground.
It’s almost like I’m coming home. Not to a place, necessarily, but to a feeling. To a possibility of more.
And that completely and utterly terrifies me.
'I thought we’d established that I’ve read everything you’ve written.'
It’s one of the hottest things anyone has ever said to me.
This isn’t about closure or unfinished business.
This isn’t the end of something. It’s the beginning.
And it terrifies me.
He laughed. It was a great laugh, all low and dark and rich. If chocolate cake had a laugh, it would be that.