She’s taken off guard, when his hands wrap around her. She takes a rather long moment to respond, to show any type of response, her whole buddy stiffens. And then, it melts down, like her heart, like her smile. A sigh emits her lips. A choked one, a speechless one, her eyes wide. And she wonders if she, herself, can recall such a life — she does.
A sweet life, but much more dull… almost meaningless. And with the hard moments, she’s alone in such a life, from the present’s point of view, it seems like this life, without loving him, are meaingless. And only then do her hands grip tighter over his own which are wrapped around her face, bottom lip tugged between her teeth, eyebrows furrowed. How much does she love him? She cannot answer, not yet — not ever, her love (or any love for all that matters) can’t be simply measured. It’s greater than any vivid object — simply, the fact that she wakes up every morning with a reason and a will to go on — that’s her love to him. That’s her life now, and that is what she did not have previously.
”Just…” She manages to utter, voice dry — almost hoarse, eyes not letting their gazes meet. Lucky for her that he’s hugging her from behind so that her perplexed and melted expression isn’t evident to him. “Go eat the food… it’s getting cold. ” Life without loving him, indeed, would’ve been the worst nightmare she never wishes to experience. Life without his love… she’d rather not live.
