That's what we agree on every night. We've decided, in fact, that there haven't been any bad days in this place. We say "Today was a good day", we smile at each other, and we go to bed.
It's a nightly ritual. Though he's already in bed, I know he's still awake, waiting for it and waiting for me.
It's just us, now. We're two halves of a whole, a two-man team. He makes sure I don't worry too much, and I make sure he knows that home is always safe. Yesterday, he called it a haven.
He told me once, years ago when we were a something that wasn't anything solid just yet, that he didn't mind all that bad that had happened because he wouldn't have met me otherwise. The same applies now. I went through Hell to get here, but my reward?
Good days.
<3 I love this.
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