We were in bed together, sitting up, facing each other, foreheads touching and I had a moment of overflowing happiness. I said, “Do you see it?” “See what?” he said. “The beauty.” “Well, yeah,” he said and gave me a crooked grin. And I was smitten.
Postscript: We see each other every couple of weeks or months. We’re both moving to very different, faraway places, so it was a relationship doomed from the start.