Same goes, Liv.
DAY 130
Dear Liv,
Did you know that holding the hand of someone you care deeply about is scientifically proven to relieve pain and stress?
For the last five or so years, talking about my dad has been hard for me. So hard I almost never did it. At least, I didn’t until that night at the skating rink. I don’t think I told you, but that was the first time I’ve talked about him in a long, long time. It was still hard, but you held my hand, and then, all of a sudden, it wasn’t hard, because you were right there with me.
I think I could tell you anything.
I want to tell you everything.
You are the only person I want to share my secrets with, as long as you’re holding my hand when I do.
I can’t wait until you’re home so I can hold your hand and never let go.
Love,
Brian
DAY 178
Brian
Ten more days. Not that I’m counting or anything.
Me
Count away, Bry. I’m literally crossing days off a calendar. I miss you so fucking much.
Although, the video call last night was *chef’s kiss*
I think maybe I’ll have to start sleeping at my house once or twice a week so we can recreate those calls. I’m going to miss them.
Brian
Fuck that. You sleep with me.
Me
Is that a weirdly possessive way of asking me to move in with you?
Brian
I mean, I was going to wait until you got home and ease you into the idea slowly, but since you brought it up.
Me
Yes
Brian
Yes what?
Me
Yes, I’ll live with you. Six months apart was more than enough.
