I don't know what to write, but I feel I should write something. I will want to remember this someday.
The storm is over. There's no reason to mourn, even -- it's the best possible outcome, and yet...
I am weary.
I crawled into the Cyclist's lap earlier and cried. He held me until the corners of my mouth turned upwards.
You learn a lot about someone's character during a stressful time, and what I have learned about him: he is the calmest, most level-headed, consistent and even-tempered guy I have ever met. He's also the most confident person I've ever seen with zero ego. I always thought some amount of ego HAD to accompany confidence. Or maybe self-possessed is a better word, I don't know. But he's absolutely selfless.