this morning #906.

this morning, he was holding me much harder than usual. as his sobs slowly built up & then dropped on out, it was clear he was in need of some comforting. i was more than willing to provide a shoulder to cry on. hell. he could have both shoulders if need be. as he squeezed his pain out into me, i couldn’t complain. i could handle the weight. in fact, there was something safe in the strength of his grip, as if the presence of grief meant that his protective instincts were heightened. the old me, the cynical me believed that a man of his size should be better at hiding his emotions. current me could now see what type of man that mindset had brought to me.