Fine

When he got ready to leave he reached out and pulled me to him, hugging me tightly.  I buried my face in his neck.  As I stood there with Ryan holding me, I felt lonelier than I could ever remember feeling.  I was going home.“Have a safe trip back,” he whispered, his lips touching my hair next to my ear.  “You’ll be fine.”--Lisa Loomis (Casanova Cowboy)