An “it’ll be ok” promise is all it would take, or maybe an “I believe in you.” I could send up an eyes-closed-knees-bent bedtime prayer or just listen, listen, listen to you talk, vent, purge. These are the things for you, and I’ll do them all.
But I’ll give it more:
The kind of comfort that comes from a twin bed cradling two, from a hug that turns into a hold. The peace of a let's-be-lazy afternoon or the relief of “we’ll escape this all soon.” The things that are secretly for me, too.
Amen to that! Love it!
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