Over the next couple of hours I just hold you. I don't know if you're asleep or just so completely shattered – emotionally and physically – that you are unable to move, but whatever it is I find myself glad that it is me who is with you.
Somehow the fact that you choose to share these most intimate moments with me causes my heart to swell. In all those months we dated and shared a bed you never once let me see you like this – never let me see you so raw, so truly naked. There were walls built around you. Walls so high and strong that noone could penetrate them. But now, now I feel as though you have let me in. You have finally let me in through the door and allowed me to see the broken pieces of your soul. And whatsmore, you have trusted me enough to not only see those fragmented pieces, but to comfort you and try to mend them.
The hope this gives me is insurmountable. I mean, I know that whatever happens next isn't going to be simple. I know that right now you feel broken beyond repair. But it seems to me as though through this terrible experience we have moved on in our relationship. The relationship between us has evolved into something far more even and substantial. It seems as though for the first time since the day I met you, you are trusting me as explicitly as I do you and the mere fact that you have allowed me to be here with you now, when you are at your most vulnerable, tells me that you do still love me. And that despite all the toils and heartbreak the last year has brought us, the happy ending I have dreamed of every night may not be that far away. For trust is not something you give away lightly, and the knowledge that you do trust me and that you still love me lifts me higher than ever.