Is it to hug you when you cry? To bring your person up in conversation? Or is it someone bringing you food or practically offering help to you that helps you?
On the surface, this new life is wonderful and it suits you so well; you feel like you are meant to be here.
Why do we have this self-imposed idea that throughout our lives we are meant to maintain a perfect, crisp version of ourselves? Like untouched snow, or fresh school shoes that we don’t want to scratch.