I held his hand gingerly, afraid that he’d pull away again. Amazing, how I understood his need to get away from my consistency, yet refused to let him go. All he knew was change and instability. I was what he had prayed for all those days climbing trees in the sun for the Caribbean dollar. Now that I stood before him, lovingly, my attempts to keep my love out of his reach having failed, I was too surreal. He couldn’t risk grasping at what may not be there, could he? So I waited, and continue to…wait for him to realise i’m here to stay.