"I'm fine" I lie, trying to convince us both, but she hears the intensity behind those words.
"Come here, my love. You need to be held."
"I don't. I said I'm fine. Really." I don't want to take up space with these feelings. I want them to go away. I swallow hard, but the lump in my throat doesn't budge. Goodness, I don't need to be held. I'm tough, I need to stop this NOW.
I look at her through blurring eyes.
"Honey, come here, right now. Sit with me. Please." She gently takes my hand, guides me to the couch where she stretches out. I follow her lead, reluctantly, as she pulls me in close. I lean into her, together. I feel her arms wrapped around me, her lips on my forehead.
I take a deep breath, my shoulders drop along with my tears. This... this trust is new. I give in and sink down into it. Uncontrollably, I weep, knowing it is okay, feeling her rocking me, loving me, seeing me.
I seek comfort and refuge in her arms. I've found my soft place to fall.
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