It was only supposed to be temporary, and here we are, two years later with no signs of change, and maybe even no desire to change.
If anything, things only became more firmly cemented. We were comfortable, maybe too comfortable. But is that not the goal after all? To find some measure of comfort in this world, even if through unconventional means?
I wasn't sure if we wanted to formalize the permanence of it all. I'm not sure any of us did. What truly was permanent in any of this. Maybe permanence is just a longer version of temporary, and temporary just a shorter version of permanent.
But it was good enough for now. Maybe even better than good enough, for the moments of joy we found.