Every Living Breath
I love her.
There no other way to say it.
She's beautiful: her hair isn't red, but auburn; her eyes aren't green, but a brilliant jade. She's so much smarter than I, so much kinder, so much better.
She's the person I never believed I would meet, but did; she's the person I loved for the longest time, the person I always dreamed about: bad dreams, good dreams, sweet dreams, and bitter dreams.
I close her in my arms, feel her breath, warm, on my neck. If only everything could be this way – forever.
I know it won't be. I know we're in danger. We are lucky people if we live past this war, if we live long enough to raise our children.
I press a hand to her belly, full of life. I know she loves me, too.
A/n: See companion pieces, Every Last Breath and Every First Breath on my profile.