I wrote this in March last year, and rediscovered it today:
"I turn my head to look at you, and I notice how I perceive you differently. Your profile, your gaze when you feel unobserved, the way you remind yourself that you're here and you're tired and a little drunk, but you're here. And so am I, here with you, here with us, the way we turned out to be. And as I smile at you without you noticing, without anyone noticing, I realise how what I do, what I've become, isn't for anyone but me.
And quietly, I decide that this is my place to be, the right one for me, and to grow, in a way I thought I'd never turn out to be."