I am not afraid of your pain.
I can sit here comfortably with it, seeing you just as you are.
It breaks my heart to see you hurting this way, but I am okay with that, too.
Sometimes there is peace in it, if you feel it gently. Sometimes there is more hurt in trying to hide.
So let it hurt all you need to.
Rage like a storm if you want.
It doesn’t bother me.
I’ll just be sitting here, holding your hand while you cry.
Don’t hold back now, out of fear that this pain will be too much for me.
It will not. You are not.
I can hold all of it; everything you can give, I can take.
And I am the only thing that can heal it.