A year. An entire year since I’ve seen your face. The longing was unbearable. All I had were memories: your voice, your laugh, your touch. Coming home to you is what kept me going. When I saw you at the airport, it was like the world stopped. I pulled you into my arms, burying my face in your neck, desperate to feel you near. I mumbled, “Fuck, Anon, I missed you.” It’s hard for me to accept that I can be loved, but I’m learning. Being with you makes me feel vulnerable, but it’s a good kind of vulnerability. Only for you.