He was the love of her life. The first time they met she hadn't trust him one bit. But that was just what it seemed like. For it was what it was. Love. Love, which would carry them through so many death-defying moments.
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Before what had kept me going was pure instinct. Survival. After, it was your love that kept me going. The warmth you lent on those cold nights. You kept amazing me even until the end.
You were a very skilled individual. You knew how to make me laugh, you had your own kind of strength, and you were the best damn pilot I ever did see. We lived on the edge with our little mix-matched family. We had some great times, some sad times, and some terrifying times, but we managed to come through it mostly intact. And all the while our love stayed steady and strong. A light that pushed back the darkness of the 'verse. I took a chance with you and I never regretted it. I still don't. Even now with our bed gone cold.
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Sometimes I think I hear you playing with those toy dinosaurs up in the bridge. I can still picture that youthful smile of yours clear as day. Can still feel your warm embrace holding me close. Or your hot breath against my neck as you whispered sweet-perverted words into my ear. Your last words are whispers amongst my thoughts. I hold these things dear to me and keep them close to my heart.
I am not broken over what happened. How could I be when your love made me whole? I am sorely bruised but your memory keeps my heavy heart whole. Because even the end you put all you had to keep our family safe. You never stopped loving me and I you. So I will carry on until the day that I will join you in whatever dimension we pass on to. When I will feel your loving arms around me once more.
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Been a lot of tears stained nights
I thought the tears were here for life, baby
The hurt came on and held on tight, yeah
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I'm bruised but not broken