Close | Day 15

Tonight, I'll slip into the bed and slide myself up next to where H is asleep and the sheets are warm. And I know he will tell me not to put my cold feet on his legs and so I'll wear my socks to bed. I'll fall asleep with my leg draped across his, or his hand on my knee, or his arm across my stomach because, after all these years, we still like the way we feel.

I tell him there is healing in his hands and every time I say it, I mean it and every time he laughs. I know we're both thinking we've known each other longer than we haven't. We are so very close we can almost hear the other one thinking and even with all that, it's still a mystery.