“I’m not going to force you to do something you’re not ready to do. But I want you to know that if you want this, I will help you.” I’m a little at a loss for words because where I’m usually riddled with so much anxiety, the fear paralyzes me, I don’t necessarily feel that right now. Maybe it’s my sweaty palm that she feels or how tightly I’m gripping hers, but she squeezes my hand and stares at me so deeply, her eyes become engraved in my brain. “I got you,” she softly and earnestly says, but more than anything, it sounds like a promise and I believe her.
