Authors note: something a little different. I have been thinking a lot lately, as I have watched back some of my favourite Cristina and Owen episodes, that so much between them is said in gesture and looks. This made me think about how in those moments after love making (especially in 5x19! The final look they exchange in that scene is just bliss!) what might they be thinking. Then I thought that actually they may have similar thoughts as they very much mirror each other- she stitched him up, he did her, she hurt him, he hurt her, she supported him, he supports her etc.

So this is a short musing as they look at each other after a sexual encounter and both start to think...read and review!xxxxxxxxxxx

It is in those brief moments after, when you have given all of yourself and you just lay beside and gaze into the eyes of your partner, that you truly see them. The glow left by the physical imparting of your love for each other illuminates both their amazing depths and your own shortcomings.

Cristina Yang and Owen Hunt lay together in their bed, their still tingling bodies entwined, faces inches apart and let their eyes convey to each other the words their heads simultaneously formulated:

Do I tell you enough how much I need you? That to be without you is to be without me. We are tethered, connected, tied, bound. Not just by love but by the obstacles that have littered the journey. It is always you, has always been you, that I seek for counsel, knowing it will be honest and spoken never with malice but with best intention. You see me in ways I had never imagined exist within myself and have helped me step into roles I thought I couldn't adopt or would never be given the opportunity to inhabit. To be seen through your eyes is to have the best version of myself reflected back to me.

Do I tell you enough how you changed my life? You made me begin to live it, to cease to just exist. You taught me how to find joy in simple normality. You showed me that the ordinary can be extraordinary. I was a ghost- unseen, blocked from feeling- and you caught me. You didn't let my spirit slip through your fingers, you held me in your arms and breathed new energy into my veins. We tried to be separate but it only acted to prove that we only can only truly live when we are together.

Do I tell you enough how much I thank you? You stayed. I pushed and you never withdrew. I hurt you and you let me help you heal. I asked more than I ever should of you and you gave yourself to me open heartedly, without caution or reproach. When you didn't understand you never asked for explanation you were just there, your presence my reassurance that I would survive the darkness.

Do I tell you enough how proud I am of you? You have walked a path that would have forced others to become lost in the abyss but not you. Although at times you stumbled, you kept moving forwards and let me fall in step with you. You asked for help and when it was offered you swallowed your pride and accepted it. You fight with such conviction for what you so fiercely believe in. Your loyalty is almost smothering in its intensity, but to know you are on my side makes me walk on the shoulders of giants. I can reach my dreams because you trust in the seemingly impossible.

Do I tell you enough those three words? The three words that hurt to keep inside, when it was not fair to tell them to or accept them from you. The three words that are embedded in every kiss, every touch, every stolen glance. Three words that seem too small to carry everything that I feel for you. Three words that I have said to others but never truly known or felt their true power until I left them for your ears only.

Yet i know it to be quite simple. It is a fact. It is an absolute. It is a perfect science.

There are in fact Seven words I don't think I have ever told you but I have always know.

You. Are. The. Love. Of. My. Life