“It’s hard to put into words, isn’t it?” Gabriel gently offered, reading my energy, knowing I’d been intending to write about our story for over a week and was struggling to find the right threads to follow. I hadn’t said a word about what was moving inside me. He simply knew because he knows me (and parts of me) so well after all these years. I melted into soft tears, just letting him in. Letting us in. Even after all these years of loving each other, separating, returning,