wiping his eyes.
“I paid sixty dollars for torture underwear.”
That made me laugh harder.
“I bought a new dress and hid it in my suitcase because I was terrified you’d hate the way I looked in it.”
Within seconds, we were both laughing and crying at the same time.
For the first time since my diagnosis, I stopped thinking about my own reflection.
Instead, I looked at the man sitting beside me and realized something I had completely missed.
While I had been fighting cancer, Jeffrey had been struggling
