He cannot keep from touching me, it seems, and I am overcome with a wave of... ridiculous though it is, a wave of relief. He is endlessly forgiving and I am endlessly fortunate.
I catch his wrist gently and turn it over, pressing my lips to the pulse point just next to the bandages. "I would be lost without you," I admit. Not a statement of love, though I love him without measure.
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Date: 2012-09-29 07:08 am (UTC)I catch his wrist gently and turn it over, pressing my lips to the pulse point just next to the bandages. "I would be lost without you," I admit. Not a statement of love, though I love him without measure.
Just a statement of fact.