I cried when I was not there with him, in the moment.
I cried thinking about what is always there: loss and goodbye.
It was all there and yet he was still inside of me.
At the height of his presence, I cried because he was already gone.
A decision about us, made by him alone.
And so I cried, and he did not deny me my tears.
Instead, he made love to them.
Ruth Van de steene 