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I didn’t understand then that a home is not always a place. Sometimes, it's a person.
“I want to be required by no one but my wife.”
I worry, sometimes, that my love for her will expand beyond the limitations of my body, that it will one day kill me with its heft.
I'm smiling now, smiling like the most ordinary of men, staring at the most extraordinary woman I've ever known.
"This is the beginning of a new chapter for all of us, man. For the whole world. This wedding is making history right now. You know that, right? Nothing is ever going to be the same."
Ella glides toward me, nearly within reach. I feel my heart pounding in my chest, happiness threatening to destroy me. I'm smiling now, smiling like the most ordinary of men, staring at the most extraordinary woman I've ever known.
"Believe me," I whisper. "I do."
“Kenji.”
“Yes?”
“Thank you,” I say, still staring at Ella. “For everything.”
“Anytime.” he says, his voice more subdued than before.
A dangerous heat builds behind my eyes and I force myself to fight it back, to remain calm, but when she sees me, she smile— and I nearly lose the fight.
For a moment, I can’t see her at all.
And then, suddenly, I do.
Relief hits me like a gust, leaving me so suddenly unsteady I worry, for a moment, that I might not make it.
She is luminous.
"Cool. Okay. First of all, open your eyes. Juliette is going to walk out in a couple of minutes, and you won't want to miss it. Her dress is awesome." He whispers this, his voice altered just enough that I can tell he's trying not to move his lips. "I'm not supposed to tell you anything about it, because, you know, it's supposed to be a surprise, but whatever, we're throwing surprises out the window right now because this is an emergency, and I have a feeling that once you see her your brain will do that creepy super-focus thing it always does-you know, like when you ignore literally everyone around you— and then you'll start feeling better because, um, yeah—“
The sound of his voice is a strange lifeline.
“You aren’t coming with me?”
Kenji goes stock-still at that, his mouth slightly agape. I realize, a moment too late, exactly what I’ve just suggested— and still I can’t bring myself to retract the question, and I can’t explain why.
Right now, it doesn’t seem to matter.
Right now, I can’t quite feel my legs.
“Yeah,” he says finally. “Of course I’m coming with you.”
And I feel as if I’ve stepped into a strange, alternate reality, into a world where I didn’t think I’d ever belong. I could never have anticipated that somehow, somewhere along this tumultuous path—
I’d acquired friends.
Kenji is grinning now. “We’re going to be neighbours.”
"Ella, I don't… I've done nothing to deserve you. The way you make me feel-the things you say to me— It's terrifying. I keep thinking the world will realize, any second now, how completely unworthy I am. I keep waiting for something horrible to happen, something to reset the scales and return me to hell, where I belong, and then all of this will just disappear. You'll just disappear. God, just thinking about it—"
"You need space, and privacy. I want you to know that I know that-that I see you. I appreciate everything you do for me, and I see it, I see it every single time you sacrifice your comfort for mine. But I want to take care of you, too. I want to give you peace. I want to give you a home. With me."
There's a terrifying heat behind my eyes, a feeling I force myself always to kill at all costs, and which today I am unable to defeat entirely. It's too much; I feel too full; I am too many things. I look away and take a sharp breath, but my exhalation is unsteady, my body unsteady, my heart wild.
“There’s no one in the whole world like you. I’m so grateful for you.”
These words cause an acute pain, a kind of pleasure that makes it hard to breathe. “I am nothing. If I manage to be anything, it is only because of you.”