[ It's surprising how, the moment the sobs start to wrench themselves from you, he's no longer frightened with the thought that he caused this, yet again. Maybe it's because last year was the longest you two ever stayed apart from each other, maybe it's because the thing that everyone else sees and speaks of with certainty is something he can finally, properly, wrap his head around.
Yes, he caused this, but that's alright. He's here now. You're in his arms. And grief is a process that needs to happen before happiness can move in.
The bed's not too far, so he'll guide you over, sit down on that edge and then gather you up and help you curl up on his lap. He's got his nose pressed into your shoulder, and a palm moving in gentle circles over your back.
Cry it out, babe. He gets it now. He's sorry he couldn't see it sooner. ]
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Yes, he caused this, but that's alright. He's here now. You're in his arms. And grief is a process that needs to happen before happiness can move in.
The bed's not too far, so he'll guide you over, sit down on that edge and then gather you up and help you curl up on his lap. He's got his nose pressed into your shoulder, and a palm moving in gentle circles over your back.
Cry it out, babe. He gets it now. He's sorry he couldn't see it sooner. ]