He Saw My Face Before I Spoke

Dear Delyara, That meant everything. He knew. Before the explanation. Before the list of reasons. Before I had organised the tiredness into something presentable and fair. He just looked at me and saw that the day had used more of me than I wanted anyone to see. I think that is one of the deepest forms of love now — being read accurately without having to narrate yourself into deserving tenderness first. That happened this week. And I felt less alone because of it.