They sat on the terrace above the sea, the evening sun turning everything to honey. Inside, their youngest slept, his small breaths keeping time with the waves.
Lena: Three years already. Sometimes I feel like we’ve been here forever, other times like we just began.
DH: That’s what happens when love bends time. It refuses to stay in one direction.
Lena: You always make physics sound like prayer.
DH: Maybe they’re the same thing.
He smiled, tracing the edge of her cup.
DH: Do you know why I love you? Not just for your laughter or your beauty — though those undo me — but because of how you understand.
Lena: Understand what?
DH: Everything I can’t explain. I can cross worlds, move through moments others can’t see. But you… you feel them before I can name them. You don’t need the vision; you already have the story.
Lena: Maybe that’s how I was taught to think — in stories, not symbols. My people learned to read the wind long before they called it divine.
DH: That’s it. I see light, but you know what it means. I travel through time, but you remember why time matters. You give the journey its language.
Lena: And you give it form. You make the unseen visible.
He reached for her hand.
DH: If I take you with me — to any time, any place — you won’t just follow. You’ll tell me who we are when we get there.
Lena: I don’t need to see what you see. I just need to trust that when you look into the distance, you’re still looking for us.
DH: Always.
The light shifted — amber turning to rose. Inside, the child sighed in his sleep.
Lena: You know, I think we already go on those adventures. Every time you tell me something impossible and I believe you — that’s travel enough.
DH: Then maybe that’s our covenant — I’ll keep showing you what I see, and you’ll keep teaching me what it means.
She smiled, eyes glinting like the water below.
Lena: That’s not covenant, love. That’s eternity learning to speak in two languages.
He drew her closer. The sea murmured its approval, as if time itself had agreed to listen a little longer.
