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At that moment, I make my decision. I’m going to keep her. I’m going to keep this woman. Fuck her matching me up.
It’s the girl. Knowing she exists, knowing I found her, gives me the energy I need to get through this long day.
“You need to slow down. Take in the world around you. You need to stop rushing through everything, stop worrying about what’s coming next, what’s going to happen.”
Three weeks, three years, or a fuckin’ eternity, right now you’re mine.
“From now on, it’s my job to make sure you know how fucking beautiful you are. To make sure you don’t question it, and when you look in the mirror, you only see beauty. When you see spots you used to hate, you remember me kissing them. Make sure you know how fucking gorgeous I think every damn inch of you is.”
The words catch at the small tear in my heart, one of thousands, catching it like a tiny threaded needle, adding a single stitch to the tear. Not enough to repair it —no, that’s my job. Only I can do the repairs, but a single stitch, a splint to keep it safe while I do the work.
