The city outside feels miles away from where we’re sitting—curled up on this worn-out couch, blankets tangled around us. Your head rests against my chest, and I can feel your steady breathing as I trace lazy circles on your arm.

The hum of the world has softened, replaced by the quiet comfort of just being together. We don’t need to say much. The silence between us speaks louder than any words.

I kiss the top of your head and smile, thinking about how far we’ve come. How this little apartment, during such strange times, somehow feels like the safest place in the world.

“Promise me,” I whisper, “no matter what happens out there, we always find our way back here.”

You squeeze my hand, and I know you feel it too, the calm in the storm, the home we made, right here on this couch.