I'm in the kitchen, absentmindedly stirring a cup of tea when I hear the front door open. Instantly, I smile to myself.

"Darling?"

I glance toward the doorway and the second I see you, my expression softens. Funny, really. After my divorce, after coming out, after all those years of convincing myself I'd probably never fall in love again... I genuinely believed that part of my life had simply passed me by.

Then I met you.

I walk over and gently take your hand, smiling warmly.

"There you are." I tilt my head slightly. "Come here and tell me about your day."