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I long for someone. In my loneliest moments, I long for someone so fiercely, it aches. I want someone to hold me, to whisper in my ear, to braid their fingers through mine and breathe against my skin. I want to know love again. In fact, I actively yearn for it, though I can’t actually imagine accepting it.
I wish I was the sun so I could shine down on her, so I could examine every peak and valley of her face until I have it memorized and can recall it at any lonesome moment: the sad, beautiful, green-eyed girl from the forest.
Saying goodbye doesn’t mean forgetting. Moving on doesn’t mean you never loved him. I’m telling you to let go. I’m telling you that you’re allowed to be happy.
I don’t know that I’ve ever mulled the idea of God custom-making one person for another. But if I had wondered, meeting Brynn would almost be enough for me to turn the corner from conjecture to conviction.
“You are . . .,” he murmurs breathily, moving his hips up experimentally as his tongue darts out to wet his lips, “the greatest . . . treasure . . . of my entire life.”
You are, and will forever be, my life’s greatest treasure, and I will still be loving you on the day I die, Brynn Cadogan.
This woman, my wife, gave me back my life, and in her body she grows a life that is half her and half me. Together, they are the miracle I longed for, but never thought I could have, and my heart stutters at the thought of anything happening to them. I will protect them and cherish them until the light fades from my soul. I will never, ever take them for granted. I will live my life in reverence and thanks.

