All my life I've felt like a stranger in this city, but with him it was as if it didn't matter anymore. The streets, the houses and the people could be as repulsive as they wished, I'd always have him as my sanctuary, his arms as a safe place to hide and forget the outside. If I dreamt of running away before I met him, I suddenly didn't feel the need to make it a reality. We could laugh at the fakes and curse at the wicked together, I could be everything I always wanted to be but never dared try on my own, because he protected me.
And when I finally had someone to fight my battles with, I lost interest in the war.
For his birthday I gave him an old signed copy of a book he had been talking about. It was extremely hard to find and he loved it, but the most valuable thing I ever gave him was my scent. I knew that when we parted his fingers smelled of me, and there was no rain to wash it away. He couldn't escape me.