Cradled

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My tears dripped over his slender fingers and he wiped them each time they fell, and I remember now that this is the only place I had ever felt truly loved. In his arms, being held and comforted by the only person who had ever truly loved and protected me. Then my heart broke, and shattered in the doorway of my home, our home realizing my only safe space was being ripped away from me and the only one at blame was me.

I knew after this, i'd have to pick myself up off the cool, wooden floor of our shared apartment
and try to survive the deep depression that was about to hit. Nothing could have prepared me for the moment where I lost the only person who had treated me as someone capable of being loved and in turn loving another.

From this point on, I would steadily lose myself while trying so desperately to find what I truly needed to heal.