“Do you ever wish…”
“No,” I say. “Never.”
He rests his head against my knee.
“I wanted to find someone who could see me,” he murmurs. “I never imagined I’d be seen so completely.”
I run my fingers through his hair.
“You know what the funniest part is?” I whisper. “I wasn’t looking for anything. I was just trying to survive. But somewhere in the middle of all that cruelty and fear, I found the kindest man I’ve ever met.”
“Because you were kind first,” he says.
“And you were brave enough to let me be.”
