It’s in the small
steps.
Like tentatively reaching
out to hold his hand and then being confident enough to let it stay there, as
if it was meant to be there all along.
It’s in the littlest
gestures.
Like surprising him by
remembering the innocuous things he tells you.
It’s in the little
things.
Like taking over from
him when he is too tired or upset to function without saying a word.
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