We sat at a table in the back, privacy to ourselves, at a bar he recommended. As the night went on, I felt more and more comfortable with him, eventually sitting next to him as close as I could. I liked looking at him, and I could feel my face hurt because I know I was smiling a lot; was this really happening?
He asked about my MS. So curious about my disease. I was nervous, usually this part is the deal-breaker and I didn’t know what his reaction would be. Although I had reservations, I told him the truth.
“I will be there for you. Don’t ever hide anything from me, like if you get a symptom,” he says.
He looked at me with compassion, not pity. I will never forget that face.
