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The words to explain how much I love you do not exist… And my flawed actions could never show you… You are the answer…. To all the questions I have had about this existence…

Her eyes were open, but she didn’t see… She was lost in thought… She was thinking about everything that had been… Everything that was… And more than that… Everything that would be…. She wished she could have shortened the moments in the past that hurt her to her core… And she wished she could take this moment and stretch it to last a day… To last a week… To last a year… To last a century… Her head on his chest… The slight rise and fall as he breathed… The chill on her uncovered skin… The warmth of her skin that pressed to his… She wanted to serve him… Serve him because of this moment… Not because she was less… It was clear that he treated her as equal… No, she wanted to serve him out of gratitude for being every piece that had been broken…