“You feel like you lost with Kent?”
I shake my head, enjoying his closeness, for the most part the way he touches my thigh and how he sheds tears at the corners of his eyes because of my situation. It shows his true emotions and identity, and that he’s not cold-hearted, but observant of other people and life’s crazy mysteries, shortcomings, and its positives. “I didn’t lose him. I still have the memories. He’ll always be in my head, and my heart. I used to think of him all the time, but not anymore. I’ve grown used to not having him around. Growth is healing, and that’s what I’ve done.”
“I’m a big believer in growth and healing,” he admits. “And pictures help.”
I sort of smile, feeling the heaviness of our conversation, and try to lighten the tone with: “You remind me of him, of course.
