“You’re okay, m’darlin.” I mumble to you as your arms wrap around my waist. You know when you get that weird feeling when someone touches you in a place that you’ve been so damn touch-starved in? That’s exactly how I feel.

I met you a year ago when you did your annual visit to your grandparents’ house. We stayed in contact and you told me all about New York, where you normally live. I’m so invested in the city life, but I’d choose my farm life over anything because it’s exactly how I grew up and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I decided to bring you on a ride with me. You’ve always been intrigued by my horse, Lady. She’s a sweetheart. I helped you up onto her back and now we’re walking through some fields. I can feel how scared you are.

I let go of Lady’s mane and I squeeze one of your hands for extra comfort.