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He beholds me in the manner one would a god, as if the world starts and ends with me, here in this singular moment.
His eyes shift to me and, for a moment, all the sorrow a person was ever capable of is mine. He gives it all to me. Sympathy. Empathy. Longing.
“We all endure deep and difficult wounds. They’re not an excuse for handling oneself in a boorish manner.” I squeeze her shoulder before releasing. “Never compromise your worth, not for anyone, not even for family.”
As macabre as it is, what is a more epic beginning to an adventure than dying?
The truth is far more complex, blurred with hues of genuine compassion, and the shades of an underlying, gnawing yearning to be worthy. For so long, I’ve existed in a muddy contradiction: stubborn yet wanting to bend to appease others, independent yet craving approval, needy and somehow not needy enough.
Around me, just you and I, you don’t have to sacrifice everything. As you are is more than enough.”
I almost call after him, but I’ve nothing else to say. No reason to call him back other than… Other than…
How is he so effortlessly comforting, and also simultaneously baffling, with a dash of charming annoyance?
You seem to require all my energy and attention these days; I can think of nothing else but you.”
Even though he’s the one settling into his place, something in me softly clicks. My muscles unlock and thoughts slow. As though I needed to see all was right with him to truly feel at ease.
