I come home late from a long work day, and she is tired. Leaning back in a chair, popcorn for dinner, I can tell: another chaotic day providing for others has left little of herself. She uses this time to shut down, and recover. The best love I can give is to tell her I love her, then leave her be; I remember she is in constant pain, and that She cannot keep all of what she gives away. Yes, I too ache, but I do not need that validated: the most sacred space in love is that which we respect between us.