Tears prick my eyes. It’s just a little kindness, but it’s toward such a tender part of my life, it feels like the hardest hug and the biggest smile and the sweetest kiss. It feels good to be accepted, to be not only told but shown that I’m safe to be not just smiley Rooney or happy Rooney but all-of-me Rooney. Even the one who’s really fucking sick sometimes.
