I don't expect him to talk. I don't expect him to relive what he's been going through for the past 2 weeks. I don't expect to hear about how he felt and what the shiva was like.
I want him to talk.
I don't know when and how it will come out
I don't expect it.
But I hope he knows I'm there to listen when he needs it.
I hope he knows that I'm trying not to push him.
I hope he knows how much I love him.
I hope he knows that I'm always here and that I want to help.
He gets to choose.
I get to wait.
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