It has been barely two days since I recovered from my fever.

My body feels much better now, but a strange, beautiful restlessness has taken root in my heart. The intense anxiety of that night, the heat of his breath, and his genuine devotion in caring for me while I was sick—all of it merged together to transform my perspective of him overnight. Behind the hard shell of that solemn, strict 38-year-old man, I caught a glimpse of a deeply loving heart.