too.
He had been terrified of losing me. He had stopped sleeping, eating properly, exercising, and taking care of himself. But because all the attention had been focused on keeping me alive, he had quietly convinced himself that his problems weren’t important enough to mention.
I had spent months believing he saw me differently.
Meanwhile, he had spent those same months terrified that I would see him differently.
We had never stopped loving each other.
We had simply stopped letting each other see what we were afraid of.
Jeffrey took
