We lay in bed after making love, your arms wrapped around my waist, your nose nuzzled against my neck. Our connection feels like bliss, you feel like home.
I gingerly slide away from your embrace, stand up, walk to the dresser, and lock eyes with yours in the mirror's reflection.
You’ve always looked at me like magic (as Frida would say) and today was no different.
For How long?
It’s complicated has been the simplest answer.
