He

Tears drop down my face taste salty

My head swirls from inside as I trudge into the small 12 * 12 darkroom.

I sit down 

The cold damp floor gives me shiver,

My goosebumps rise.

I hear his foot thumps,

He settles down next to me.

His big, hard arms are circled around my body.

The hug feels the same

When I was 7 years old

“Warm and comforting”

He is the same person. thin, tall and handsome

He is the same person who cradled me into his arms when I was small

I look at him  and cry even harder

Knowing that my tears are worth it to him.