I will always need him.

I needed him when I woke up, not the angry, yelling psycho that snaps when I do. I needed this version of him to give me time to filter in what I was finding out.

Brushing through the hair on my temple with his fingertips to calm me down as he cradles me close with his other arm tightly around me. Finding a strand of my hair to twist in the way he does when he is soothing me, my scalp tingles from the tiny tugging, and I find the inner calm moving back in ...