Imagine this
It's a quiet Sunday morning, a year from now. The house smells of coffee.
You catch your partner's eye across the kitchen, and in that one look you see it all. The trust. The laughter that comes easily again. The safety of knowing this person is yours, by choice.
You remember the distance, and the ache of feeling alone even when they were right beside you. And you're grateful you were both brave enough to do something about it.

