I Wanted to Be Held Before I Had to Explain

Dear Delyara, That is still one of the deepest wants in me. Not fixed. Not advised. Not encouraged. Held. Held by someone who had already understood enough from my face, my pace, my silence, my tiredness, that I did not have to turn my pain into neat language before I was allowed to receive comfort. That didn’t happen tonight. So I carried my own tiredness upstairs, brushed my own teeth, turned down my own bed, and lay there feeling both grown and heartbreakingly young inside the same body.