"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah..." I said.
"Are you sure?" he continued.
"No..." I replied.
So he understood that I wasn't okay.
And he gave me a hug.
Like he always does, because he knows.
He knows that that's the only thing he can do.
The only thing that he can do to make me feel better.
And it really does.
His hugs don't fix everything.
But they help.
A lot.
