When we hold each other, in the
darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still
out there. The nightmares are still walking. When we hold each other,
we feel not safe, but better. “It’s all right,” we whisper. “I’m here. I
love you.” And we lie: “I’ll never leave you.” For just a moment or
two, the darkness doesn’t seem so bad.
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