He treated me more gently than ever before. As if I were now something incredibly precious, needing protection from even the slightest harm.
I felt an overwhelming outpouring of love in every touch. I was moved. Tears flowed uncontrollably.
A thread, once broken, can never return to its original form. But does its shape matter if it still serves its purpose? We can even tie a stronger knot to enhance its function.
He gazed at me wistfully in the dimly lit room. His eyes were continuously misted over. Not a sign of pain, but a reflection of happiness that cannot be expressed in words.
"Sorry."
Once again, that word escaped his lips. Who knows how many times. We sat on the bed, deciding to spend the night in conversation after warmth filled each of our hearts.
"For what?"
"For hurting
