I Know You Think That I Have

It's Strong, Ian. The Way She Feels About You Is Something Else. She Loves This World, But So Much Of The Reason She Couldn't Leave Was Really You. She Thinks Of You As Her Anchor. You Gave Her A Reason To Finally Stay In One Place After A Lifetime Of Wandering.

Silently, I Lifted My Doggy Bowl Off The Floor. Then, With A Quick, Powerful Flip Of My Wrist, I Threw It Into The Back Of Blondie’s Head So Hard That – With An Earsplitting Bang – It Smashed Flat Before It Ricocheted Across The Room And Snapped The Round Top Piece Off The Thick Newel Post At The Foot Of The Stairs.

Happy And Sad, Elated And Miserable, Secure And Afraid, Loved And Denied, Patient And Angry, Peaceful And Wild, Complete And Empty...all Of It. I Would Feel Everything. It Would All Be Mine.

I Took His Hand, And Suddely He Yanked Me―too Roughly―right Off The Bed So That I Thudded Against His Chest. "just In Case," He Muttered Against My Hair, Crushing Me In A Bear Hug That About To Broke My Ribs. "can't―breathe!" I Gasped.

Humans Were Always Surprising Me.