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“Hey, baby,” he said quietly, his eyes searching my face. “I fucked up. I’m sorry.” It killed me to hear those words, I’m sorry. Ever since I’d known him, I’d wanted Kes to apologize for something, anything. He never had. Until now. It was too much like giving in, and I hated it. I took a shuddering breath. I will not cry. “I go away for a few days and you get yourself all beat up.” He gave me a small smile. “Yeah, I really did.” I leaned down to kiss him, resting my cheek against his chest. I felt his fingers in my hair and his warm breath on my neck. “I’m so sorry, baby.” “No,” I said firmly. “Don’t be sorry—just get better, okay?” He didn’t reply and I stood up to look into his eyes. I needed to hear him say it. I needed him to commit to this with me. “Aimee . . .” My lip trembled at the depth of devastation that I heard in his voice. So I clamped my teeth together. “Kes, don’t . . .” He sighed and turned his head away from me. “Aimee, if I don’t . . . if I can’t . . .” “Kes,” I begged. “Please don’t say it.” “I don’t want this for you,” he said quietly. “I wanted to give you the world.”
― Jane Harvey-Berrick, The Traveling Woman

“Sometimes we forget to appreciate the things that truly matter because our vision is so clouded by all of the mundanes. The here and now become our obsession , and we forget the concept of our finite state because with all the little things vying for our attention it feels like we'll go on forever.”
― Lynetta Halat, Everything I've Never Had

“I never want to learn how to say goodbye”
― M. Pierce, Night Owl

“But my beautiful boy was broken. I eased my hand free from his and leaned down to brush a kiss across his lips, sealing a promise that I’d made to him. “I love you so much. So much. You brought magic into my world the first day I saw you, and every day since—even when we were apart and I didn’t want to remember. I won’t let them take the magic away, Kes. I won’t.” I kissed him again, feeling the soft prickle of stubbled cheeks. “I’ll be back tomorrow, because you’ll never be rid of me. Not ever.” And if I listened very carefully, I could hear his heart beating out a message, Love you more.”
― Jane Harvey-Berrick, The Traveling Woman