Because he cares so much, it crushes him. So much, he has to find ways to turn it off. Stuff it down. Talk himself out of it. Except now he can’t. Now, he loves me. And it’s shifted the very foundation of his being. She knows I love her, right? Please, God. She has to know. I hear him and start to cry, whining as I fling my arms around his neck. I hear you, I tell him, and then repeat the one thing he’s always said for me. I see you. Do you feel how much I love you, too?
