later.”
I opened my mouth.
He continued.
“And when later came, you would have said you were fine.”
I closed my mouth.
He was right.
Completely right.
And suddenly, I understood that this plan he had built years earlier wasn’t controlling.
It was love.
He knew me well enough to anticipate the exact ways I would hurt myself trying to protect him.
So he had built guardrails before either of us needed them.
I began crying.
Not like I had cried in the bathroom.
This was different.
This felt like
