It scares me to know that he can break me into pieces and I would forgive him, just so easily. Go back to him with my heart glued together, not knowing if he would be careful this time or turn it into shards of broken glass, just like he did last time.
But it doesn't make me stop, does it? So one more time I let him get away with that.
Edmund came back with a tray and two bowls of soup, something he made after spending an hour in the kitchen. I feel better, much better than I felt yesterday. Maybe it's the medicine. Maybe it's the knowledge that we're okay. He placed in on the bed with a nervous smile on his face. It could be the reason that he's not a great cook. But he did anyway and he did it for me, is what made me radiate with happiness.
Blowing on the spoon, I took a sip. Already
