I can tell she is sad…I can just tell…she doesn’t have to tell me a thing…I hear her…I see her…and I know. She tells me she’ll be ok. I believe her…But it’s the pain I feel …her pain that keeps me …makes me….it makes me want to hold her…never let go of her…shelter her from the world. We breathe together…feel together…even when we’re apart.

She asks me if I’ll hold her…she needs to feel close…loved…safe…protected. And I can’t…never could…never will say no. I could hold her forever…just hold her.

I take her into my arms and she begins to cry. I hold her closer…closer…ever closer. I wrap my body around her…she cries harder. I don’t ask why…somehow right now the reason isn’t as important as being together…not as important as feeling close…not as important as the safety of unconditional love. That’s it..that’s my gift to her…that’s what I want to give her every day of my life…my unconditional love. Love is such an incredible gift…it has no limits…no bounds. It just is…and it is here…with us.

As I hold her I whisper to her. ‘I love you…I’m so in love with you…I want you….I need you…’ She begins to cry harder as I speak to her. She cries with me because it’s me…she knows she’s safe with me….she relaxes as I hold her…but the crying doesn’t stop. I want it to stop…I want her pain to stop…I’d give anything…do anything to make it stop.

She clings to me…placing her head on my shoulder. I love it when she does that. God I love her. She is so mine. All mine. And this is the most precious part of her…the most perfect part…the most feminine part…her tears. They are pure…and they tell the untold story of her.

She knows I’d do anything for her…but even when she feels like this…as I comfort her…she’s thinking of me and asking me how I am…she’s just amazing.

I believe silence is precious…there is nothing …no better way to communicate…for us anyway…than through silence. Some people might find prolonged silence difficult…annoying. Silence to me…every day with her…tells a special story. The silence is never empty…it always has meaning…and that meaning…..

That meaning…it makes me fall in love every day…over and over again. How can I possibly fall in love over and over again? Never mind…it doesn’t matter…it just is…and it’s a wonderful feeling.

I wonder if she knows…when she cries…when she cries with me….I fall more deeply in love with her….every single time…

As she cries…I fall…I fall…forever…more deeply in love with her….and I hold her…I just hold her….and I pray for the pain to stop….as she cries….