"what do you want me to say?!" He demands of me exasperated.
"I don’t know, something with a bit of feeling, something honest maybe." I look at him craving to know what he really feels about me, my value to him. I look down at my feet through tears as I sit at the top of the stairs.
"I don’t like thinking about not being with you, I don’t think about it. All I know is I can’t live without you. Sorry, but the conversation ends there." He bends over me and puts his hands in my hair. I shut my eyes as he does that and breathe in everything about him. That was all I longed to hear. That I was not the only person in our relationship that knew would wither and die if one didn’t have the other.