You hosted a party in the living room of our one-bedroom to celebrate my return after a month in Bucharest for work. There were new books on the bookshelf, but I didn’t ask. Some friends (a couple) asked that I join them outside to say goodbye—they had a young puppy at home that they couldn’t leave for more than an hour or two. I put my arms around your waist and whispered in your ear that I would be right back. You whispered to me that you hope we have kids. It started to rain. That moment h...