He wasn’t watching my hands.
He wasn’t giving me instructions.
He wasn’t demanding promises.
He just sat there.
For the first time in months, somebody seemed willing to be near my pain without becoming frightened by it.
He wasn’t watching my hands.
He wasn’t giving me instructions.
He wasn’t demanding promises.
He just sat there.
For the first time in months, somebody seemed willing to be near my pain without becoming frightened by it.