“Have I upset you?” Eileen asks, her eyes filled with genuine concern as she gently brushes the tears off my cheeks.

“No,” I sniffle. “You just… You make me feel so special. So loved. It’s just overwhelming.”

She nods, “Good tears then. Alright, keep crying.”

“Shut up!” I laugh. “You’re such a butthole.”

“Just want you to experience all the best things in life. Like crying over words and fanatsizing over my ...