“Can you hold me, please? Just this once.” Alina doesn’t hesitate, wrapping her arms around me tightly. Her warmth bleeds into my body, easing the tension in my muscles. The gentle trail of her fingertips caresses my spine in a soothing rhythm. I nestle my nose into her hair and try to find solace in her warmth. This woman of mine, she’s a beautiful paradox: powerful yet delicate, fierce yet loving. And soon enough, I’m drifting off to sleep.
I’m not crying I’m dying
