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I gently ran my fingers through his hair, barely breathing so I wouldn’t disturb him. He was calm now… somewhat at peace… having cried ‘til he had nothing left. I looked down at his tear-streaked face, still beautiful despite the red rimming his eyes, and I was unable to really believe I was here… what we’d been through. Had someone told me this is where I’d be… what I would experience… during I’d spend in LA, I’d have turned around at the boarding gate and missed the plane, even considering my alternatives at home. I would have never intentionally put myself through this, but now, in this moment, I knew exactly why I was here… because Nick needed me to be. Neither of us knew it at the time, but now it was obvious…someone had to help him hold his world together… and it looked like that person was me. |
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