And I will not apply a salve.
The memory is so fresh, it aches.
The words resonate through me like a bow against a string.
You can fall to pieces, I will put you back together.
Trust me. Just… trust me.
I do. I do.
There will never be better words to describe what it is between us, what it is that we do, what you are to me.
Your simple words, your earnest urging, a precursor to the, as you described it afterwards, intense thing that happened between us.
You can fall to pieces…
And I did. And as always, you put me back together, tiny piece by tiny piece, collected in your hands, delicate, fragile, eyes on fire with well shed tears and body trembling like a shaking little leaf in the wind. I am born again, there, in your arms.
You don’t even have to ask.