He’s part of the reason I can sit here and do this. You love him with every inch of your being. You love him so much it aches. You try really hard not to. And every time you run, you end up back with him. You’ll still feel like the floor is gonna cave in and you’ll lose him, but I can’t help you with that. I haven’t figured it out. But you don’t run anymore. You still retreat into the quiet corners of yourself. He knows you need it. But he’s there whenever you come out. With cake.
