Never even realizing how much he has hurt me. I want so badly to call the one who so often in the past picked up the pieces of my broken heart. But I am afraid. Still, I gather my pride and call. Every doubt leaves me when I hear his voice.
Feelings come back so strong.
My breath comes in short gasps. I tell him I need to see him. He comes, never questioning my motives, or my need to see him. Always there when I need him most. Worry shows in his eyes, as he inquires if I am allright.