This version of myself who bleeds the same as everyone else, who hurts like everyone else, who feels. He swallowed hard as his eyes took me in. I was sure he’d think I was nuts, but in his eyes, I found understanding. And that was what made the next sob leave my chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, engulfing me as he set his chin on my head. “You’re okay.” It was a chant, a mantra, a promise. “I got you. You’re okay.”
