Jonathan
I went to the bathroom in her bedroom, still moving slowly, with that nice, lazy feeling of someone who woke up in the arms of the one they love. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and started laughing at my own face. I was all rumpled, hair messy, unshaven, looking like I had slept heavily, like I hadn't in years. A peace that's hard to put into words. I grabbed her toothbrush without any fuss. Oh, come on, no need for fuss. My girl is mine, and I'll use her toothbrush until I get mine. Because if she agrees to let me be part of this moment, little by little, when she least expects it, I'll have all my stuff here, scattered around this house. From where, honestly, I should never have left.
I tidied myself up as best as I could, splashed some water on my face, took a dee
