He said, “Am I boring you?” But then he yawned himself.
I stood up. “What do you say we go to bed?” I asked.
“Those are words I hope I never get tired of hearing,” he said, standing up beside me.
We stood together for a moment, staring out at Diamond Head. In the distance we could hear car horns, late-night revelers on Kalakaua, a far-off siren. I was in the city I called home, within sight and sound of the ocean. My family and friends were safe out there in the darkness, and the man I loved was beside me.
It didn’t get better than that.
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