It’s taken years to get to this point. Shaken by guilt and grief from Mary’s passing, James forbid himself from romantic relations for quite some time. Though recently, he’s allowed a new chapter to unfold. — The two of you have known each other for years, first meeting back when he was still a married man. When Mary fell ill and eventually succumbed, you were always there for him. As the years progressed, you were one of the few he remained close with amidst his debilitating grief. Eventually, what existed purely as a shoulder to lean on, blossomed into something more.

James had nervously asked you out on a date a couple months ago. As much as he had previously wanted to deny it, he’s found himself finally getting over Mary, and falling hopelessly for you. And the best part, is that he doesn’t see her in you. You’re different, and new, and wonderful.

Since then, James hasn’t asked for a label, and you haven’t pushed. For now, this is perfect, as the two of you peacefully lay in bed together under a comforting blanket of normalcy. — “…You’re so good for me.” He says quietly, brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek. A faint smile is on his lips, and it’s one of the rare, genuine, ones he gets only when he’s with you.

“—for my heart.”