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that.”
More loss. My heart broke for Aaron. I squeezed his hand and then very
slowly leaned my head on his arm.
He continued, “He said I was throwing away my life. My future. That I
would fail. That if I did drop an opportunity that would change my life, he
didn’t want to have anything to do with me. So, I graduated and left Seattle.”
Aaron still held my hand in his lap; his fingers had tightened around mine
as he talked. I kept the side of my head on him as I felt my other hand fly to
his forearm. It was the only way I could express how sorry I was for what he
had gone through without engulfing him in a tight hug I wasn’t sure I’d be
able to let go of. At least, not for the rest of the night.
“It must have been so hard, growing up, limited by someone else’s idea of
what you should and should not be.”
He absently played with my fingers, the soft caresses of his skin against
mine causing tingles to crawl up my arm. “I realize that now, in hindsight. I
never noticed while it happened; it was just how things were. I was given a
set of goals, and I simply went with it,” he explained, his thumb trailing up
my wrist. “I was never unhappy—at least, not until I realized that perhaps I
wasn’t completely happy either.”
“And now? Are you completely happy now, Aaron?”
Those soft brushes of his fingers against mine came to a stop, and he
didn’t hesitate when he answered, “Completely? Not yet. But I’m working
my fucking hardest on getting there.”