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I can feel you breathing
With your hair on my skin
As we lie here within
The night
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It’s been 10 months since the emails leaked and the world learned about them. Gone were the days when this thing—this feeling—was only theirs.
But they slowly learn to take it all back. To gather every stray and scattered piece and make it whole again. Make them whole again.
It’s in the little things, not just the big ones.
The barely-there touch when they are in public and the grip on the hips when they are in private. The whispered ‘I-love-you’s’ and the blaring ‘America: He is my choice.’
It’s in the quiet breath when Alex falls asleep with his head on Henry's chest, knocked out by either a day full of studies or a night full of passion. His unruly curls splayed over his eyes like a curtain protecting him from the world.
Those curls have a power of their own over Henry. Just as he gets lost in Alex’s dimples, in his lips or his touch, those damn curls beckon him every time, and running his fingers through them is the thing that grounds him the most.
And Alex—beautiful, ravishing Alex—he melts away whenever he feels Henry’s fingers dancing through his hair.
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I'll pull the sheets
When it's cold on your feet
Cuz you'll fall back to sleep
Every time
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And when they snuggle in their bed, Henry glued to his side, Alex softly gazes down at his fiancé.
It’s recent—his fiancé.
Four years have now passed, and their lives slowly fell back into a rhythm—an order they couldn’t have dreamt of in the days of Connecticut, Berlin, or Paris.
Now as they fall into bed—bodies tired, but satisfied—Henry easily falls asleep.
Gone are his nights that used to stretch as long as his days. Gone are the nightmares of the past and the fears of not deserving.
And whenever Henry does have a night of fitful sleep, Alex is there, next to him. He pulls the sheets and bundles his fiancé tight, or pulls him on the side, enveloping his pale skin under a warm embrace. With his chest glued to Henry’s back, breathing slowly and steadily, Alex soothes away all the restlessness.
Henry falls back asleep every time.
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And our hands they might age
And our bodies will change
But we'll still be the same
As we are
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Holding hands, they stroll down to the lake. They had left New York a while back, yearning for a place where they could slow down. Their life was good in New York, but as long as they’re together, their life can be good anywhere.
They’re not old yet. Not in the real sense. But they are older now than when their story began. Much older now than when they first laid eyes on each other.
Some days that first moment feels like a lifetime ago. Others, it feels just like yesterday.
They might have a new wrinkle or two—a silver hair here and there—but nothing that should cause serious concern.
“Still in our prime,” Alex likes to say—even if he has to use his glasses more often. That’s not something you’ll ever hear Henry complain about.
It’s still them, still the same. Still Alex and Henry.
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We'll still sing our song
When our hair ain't so blonde
And our children have sung
We were right
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It’s a small gathering—a barn wedding under the Texan sky. That’s what Ollie wanted, and there’s no universe where they won’t make her dreams come true.
In the days leading up to the wedding, they help prepare the house and yard, getting decorations and chairs into place, while June and Nora help with the flower arrangements. Pez pulls all his strings to get everything they need from the caterers—food and drinks arriving on time. And Bea curates the playlist—one she says will pull at all the strings in the house. It’s just like back in the old days—the Super Six back together.
Now, at their daughter’s wedding, you can spot Alex and Henry slowly dancing in a corner, under twinkling lights. Away from the crowd but still hearing the tune of ‘Your Song’ playing in the barn, Alex takes Henry’s hand and brings it to his lips.
They don’t speak; there’s no need to say it—they both know. Swaying under the stars, they stop only for a moment when Ollie joins them in a hug.
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And the hairs they stand up
And my feet start to thump
Yeah, the feeling is dreaming
Around
You'll be the one
Make me hurt, make me come
Make me feel like I'm real
And alive
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It’s a good one—their life. It had its ups and downs, but it was never a chore; there was never a need to utter ‘Is it worth it?’.
Days full of excitement poured into nights full of passion—all gathered under the visceral feeling of being where you’re meant to be. Floating in a dream, yet anchored in reality of the one you love, they never let go of each other, never let the other one slip away.
A beacon of hope, a lighthouse in the storm—they were always there for one another.
“Because you’re it—” Alex had once said. “I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you. So, I promise you, one day we’ll be able to just be, and fuck everyone else.”
He kept his promise.
They just were for the rest of their lives.
And what a life.
One that showed them how love inevitably comes with pain, yet they embraced it with open vulnerability. They also learned how love comes full of passion—so they immersed themselves in one another, two bodies becoming one.
Through all its joys and sorrows, love gave them a deep sense of fulfillment—a purpose, a destination, and a reason for being.
For they were meant to grow old together.
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Grow old with me
Let us share what we see
And oh the best it could be
Just you and I
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