Full of lingering pain. Pain to which she chose to return. She was beyond all of this, all the horror, all the fear. All the hurts and shocks to which the natural body is subject. But she came back. For me. Then and there, with her kiss burning my lips I make a solemn vow: to be worthy of that choice. To be worthy of her love. To be worthy of her. My angel. My queen. My wife.
