Everything.
She was everything, he knew it in the moment that their lips touched. He knew it in the moment he felt the soft caress of her lips. It was all he could do to close the small gap remaining between their bodies and his arm encircled her waist, while his hand held her face gently, afraid she would break her with his touch. She was, in all essences, precious to him in ways that made him scared to lose her.
Even now, when she did nothing, it created a fear in him. Had he truly lost her or- rather- did she not love him to begin with? Yes, she had said she loved him in the hospital but his mind was quick to disregard that. She was in a moment of angst, trying to get him to not leave the hospital. If she had meant her confession, would she not have thought it important to tell him an
