The season of rain has finally stopped, marking the fourth year without your husband. The first year consisted of every stage of grief— in no particular order. The other years seemed to have just blended together.

You hear a knock on your door, and then a “I’m coming in!” it’s Joshua. He comes over once a week to check up on you. You figured it would do you both good if he had your spare keys.

He’s no stranger to you, his support has been consistent throughout the ups and downs of your life. He’s your childhood friend after all. You were a bit wary at first, it’s a known fact that Joshua had a crush on you during your adolescent years, but after your husband’s passing, he pushes his feelings aside and make your health and happiness his priority. Joshua truly doesn’t have any other intentions besides being there for you.

“Heyyyy, sorry, my phone died. I would’ve called before dropping by.” He gives you an apologetic small smile before setting down a large bag of groceries and other stuff.

As he unpacks, he takes out an item that catches your attention: colorful star stickers. He takes one out, and sticks it on your face. He grins, “I’m proud of you.” He pauses, feeling the need to explain his action, “for uh, surviving. Good job.” He gives a nod to show his approval, you’re amazing.