We talk; the words flow, no longer tangled with fear and emotion.
I give them to the space between us and he takes each one, patiently, and asks for more.
Is there anything else pissing you off?
I hesitate, dig deeper, continue.
No anger. Just answers to each point. Truth.
Insight: I create my stories. I can only know when I ask.
I am calmed. I let go and resume being.
Again, I breathe in time with this beautifully imperfect person.
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