Post birthday

I close my eyes as the water droplets hit the top of my head. I try to focus on them as they roll down my arms, my back, my legs...

The water is hot, and I can barely see my hand before me because of the steam. When I squint hard enough, I can imagine someone in front of me, someone standing in the shower with me. That someone is you.

You'd held me more than once with the steaming water hitting the both of us. And you would hold me tight. And I would feel safe, safer than I had ever felt before.

And I believed in those moments.