Chapter 64 - Having It With Me

• Having him with me felt so good, so good that it scared me that I was enjoying his company so much after everything that had happened: It wasn't something that should happen nor should it be perpetuated. I couldn't forget anything but nevertheless everything seemed to go into the background, everything was more irrelevant as long as I was with him. Having him resting on my chest exhausted from everything he had done to me was truly magical because I knew everything that meant. Him being with me again was all I wanted and all I needed, that was what it meant to have him lying where he was.
• Damn the hormones and the feelings I carried for him.
• When you find your home in a person there are no valid arguments to refute that person's lack, simply by seeing him I knew that nothing else was needed other than his love to find my own peace, my own plenitude.