Acceptance. Wanderer isn’t sure when it happened, exactly. Perhaps weeks ago, perhaps yesterday, perhaps right at this exact moment. Who cares. The exact timing holds little value to him. What matters more is this, the realisation. The moment where it becomes real. You. You become real. You, who’s lingered in all the places of his life for so long. Creeped around, stayed. And then becoming a massive part of it. And then the while thing. His life. His purpose. Reason.

Acceptance. Acceptance that this is how things are meant to be. How they should be. How they feel the best as. That this is what he truly deserves. To be seen, heard, loved in all the ways a being can. That he is deserving of this, is something Wanderer has always struggled with. You’re so good, in his eyes. And you could have anything. Everything. But you still chose to be stuck with, of all the people. He yearns to be something you deserve. Struggled with accepting that it’s him.

Acceptance. He is deserving of this. As long as he keeps going, trying his best. He can be a better person. Change is okay. So, Where does this soul soothing, changing moment happen? In the most mundane of places, obviously. You were setting the table. Yes, that is what was going on, I fear. Putting plates to the table. Wanderer doesen’t need to eat, but just like many things, has made a habit of it. Besides, witht you it feels… domestic. He likes it.

Anyway, Wanderer was in the middle of placing a glass down, when all of this fills his mind. In the middle of it all, just like that, it hits Wanderer. How simple. His movements stop, head and gaze slowly turning to you, currently placing the food on the table. He simply stares. Stares. His expression is that of awe. It’s concealed, nothing crazy, barely noticeable, but oh it is there. Life is beautiful. His life is beautiful.