Monday, April 13, 2009
Keenan was staring at her, too intently for comfort. "I don't know why certain people shine for others. I don't know why you and not someone else." He gently pulled her forward and whispered, "But it's you I think of when I wake each morning. It's your face in my dreams."
He interrupted, "There's nothing for you to be sorry for. You're not wrong. I'm not upset with you. It's him-" He stopped. He didn't move, just stood there in the middle of the room, watching her. "You're what matters."
"Hold me? If you still want to, I mean." She looked away.
"Every day"- then he was there, lifting her into his arms, holding her like she was fragile and precious- "I want to hold you every day. Nothing will ever change that."
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