I cherish the quiet moments as much as the exciting ones, finding solace in the simple act of holding her hand or sharing a quiet moment together. Our connection blossoms into something deeper, something more profound than I ever imagined. In his presence, I feel alive.
To sit alone or with a few friends, half-drunk under a full moon, you just understand how lucky you are; it’s a story you can’t tell. It’s a story you almost by definition, can’t share. I’ve learned in real time to look at those things and realize: I just had a really good moment.