sitting in the waiting room, knowing how badly he doesn't want to be there...but then he reaches over and strokes the back of my hand so softly that I wasn't even sure he meant to do it...I look down and he laces his fingers thru mine...I lose myself all over again...tears welling, I thank him for being there with me and he laughs it off like im stupid for thinking he'd rather be anywhere else. why is he so hard for me to understand? I love that he's there when I need him...but am I selfish to want him there when I only want him?? my heart and my brain are tired of arguing over him...
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