His First Lady
“Whenever you are too sad, or too… distracted, I am here for you. You need only reach out.”
Looking up, I can see the sincerity in his eyes. He means every single word he is saying. That brings me comfort, and makes it a little easier to talk about, though it all still stings.
I haven’t even called it quits with Miles yet, and I already want to tear my heart out.
“It hurts,” I tell him.
“I understand,” he says, his voice deep and slow, saying so much more than his words. “To purposefully separate ourselves from the people we care about, even when necessary, can feel as if a blade is twisting inside of us.”