Everything I thought I knew about what it meant to be a man was stripped away. What remained was what it meant to be a man who loved a woman as much as I did. To be a human being experiencing this life in all its ugliness, its beauty, its pain and hate; good and evil; love and death. So yeah, I sobbed like a goddamn baby, but I’d never felt more like myself—whatever that was or whatever it was going to be—than at that moment.
