“Well, about that... See, I found that... when I was doing something dangerous or stupid... I could remember you more clearly," I confessed, feeling completely mental. "I could remember how your voice sounded when you were angry. I could hear it, like you were standing right there next to me. Mostly I tried not to think about you, but this didn't hurt so much- it was like you were protecting me again. Like you didn't want me to be hurt.
"And, well, I wonder if the reason I could hear you so clearly was, underneath it all, I always knew you never stopped loving me."
Again, as I spoke, the words brought with them a sense of conviction. Of righteousness. Some deep place inside me recognized the truth.
His word came out half stangled. "You... were... risking your life... to hear-”