Last night was nice.
That might sound lame to most people, but nice is like a unicorn to me right now. Eoin got up about an hour ago, kissed my head while he thought I was sleeping, got dressed, and left. I thought his phone vibrated before all that, so he may be in Church. Either way, I've decided that today, I'm going to try to be the fiancée he had before Kirill. Not because I'm nearly ready, but because he's earned me trying my best to get better, to process what's happened, my new reality.
He painted my nails and my toenails last night. Smiling to myself, I pull the covers a little tighter. It's not so much the act of painting my nails that matters; it's the compassion behind it. Because doing my nails is a strange comfort to me, and he knows that. He ran me a bath while they
