Comfort

I spoke to dan for half an hour on the phone last night. He had been to the pub to watch the footy, but had been messaging me throughout the evening.

I told him I was having a bad night, that it seems like all this with my mum is never ending. We chit chatted, he made me laugh. Talking to him just calmed me right down, relaxed me, it felt like comfort.

He said he loves me. That he’s not always the best at showing how much he cares but that he cares very much. And that’s good enough for me. I know he loves me, I know he cares.

Xx