He had asked me, „When will you ever learn, my dear?“
I looked at him then, confusion all over my exhausted face. „What are you talking about?“ My tears stained on his T-shirt, shoulders and arms, though all he had cared about was me.
„I see it in your eyes, that embarrassment of you crying,“ His hand had shifted to my rosy cheeks, still stained from tears. „But as I’ve told you before: I’m here for you and you don’t need to be embarrassed for being yourself....