I told her I never thanked anyone in my life. It’s not only because I never actually had something to be thankful for, but because “thanks” is just a word. One syllable without a true meaning. Like love. Or care. Empty words people use but don’t mean. Like forgiveness. But I want to give her something. More than a kiss on her hand. I’ve actually never kissed anyone or anything before. I don’t have much to offer, so that night, I gave her what I had. A kiss for the hand that treated my wound with such care. But, I can also give her safety.
