Maybe the secret, after all, is that it’s a great deal more simple than I had believed: His hand on my back, our bodies intertwined in the bed, the familiar smell of his skin, and how his smile effortlessly warms me.

I am heady and high on love for him.

No sin to enjoy that. No need to explain it.

Watching the seeds sprout in the planter as I’ve recently tried my hand at gardening, I’ve realized that the most amazing transformations need no explanations at all.

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