She comes to a few hours later. The world’s best eyes flutter open and look down at me, tired and bleary, kind of how my heart feels. I stand up and push the hair back from her face. She gives me a weak smile and holy fuck, I love her. Don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore with how much I love her. Don’t know what to do with all the ways. I’ve got too many things I need to do with her, too many things I need to say, too many kisses for time— Spent the last few hours since Bridget left sorting myself the fuck out — the next few weeks, what it’ll look like looking after her. Cancelled
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