Driving home last night from my parents, I was wracked with sobs. It was an emotional night seeing family not seen for years, talking about Peter. I thought my days of car-crying were over but it appears they were just dormant. Truly, I know it's not a safe or sensible thing to do but car-crying when I'm alone is therapeutic.
Anyway, I was sobbing so hard, I thought my brain might explode or my eyes pop out. But I had TB waiting for me at home. I had to dry my eyes and stop the heaving.
I know I looked like a mess when I walked in, I know I was all blotchy of face and red and wet of eye.
But he didn't say a word, he just cuddled me.
So I say thank you for not asking if I was okay. For making me smile and laugh and squander cents in a game I know so little about (wish I knew more...is it a flaw or a trait to want to know it all before you've started?). For chewing popcorn and drinking caramel. For listening when I talk nonsense.
There's not even a million MasterCard adverts that can put how priceless a hug is. There is no price tag on friendships and other ships (although sailing ships are different, they cost).
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