I hear the words before I realize I’ve said them.
I want to stay.
Empowerment. Independence. Control of my own choices.
Or, maybe something else is happening that I don’t understand.
I won’t get bogged down with details now, not while riding euphoria like it’s a magic carpet. Whatever this is, my body, emotions, and rationale have aligned like the stars.
Synchronized. Not one pulling against the other. No insecurities. No doubt.
This all feels like something I was meant for.
“You feel it,” Varujan states, studying my face with an intelligent smile. “The magic of this place.”
I nod.
“I knew you would.” He cups my hand in his. “And to think, you may have missed it.” He pulls me closer to him.