As he finished speaking, he stood so close, cradling my face gently in his hands. His touch was familiar yet overwhelming, and I felt my eyes well up with tears as I looked at his face, taking in every detail. It had been three days since I’d last seen his face up close, three days since I’d inhaled the intoxicating scent that always seemed to surround him. His strong arms enveloped me, and in that moment, I felt both safe and vulnerable.

Tears began to stream down my face uncontrollably. I was surprised by my own reaction, by how his mere presence had the power to break me down.