Oliver hugged me to him. His arms enfolded me. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. I felt better already. And now I didn’t have to look him in the eye, I felt better able to explain.
“I don’t know what got into me yesterday,” I began. “I told you I was dealing with depression. I’ve been feeling so great over the past couple of months. All due to you. Then yesterday I woke up and all those dark feelings and thoughts had returned. For no reason.”
Oliver began rubbing my back.
“I hate feeling like this. I hate it! And I really am so sorry. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you…it’s just sometimes I can’t control…”
I sniffed back my tears.
Oliver let me go.
“I thought it might have been something like that,” he said. “But I wasn’t sure. I guess we all have insecurities. So next time it happens…”
I jumped in to cut him off. “Oh, there won’t be a next time,” I said. “I can’t forgive myself for speaking to you like that. I love you so much.”