The slow build up of all our lives was not a damn thing compared to the waiting of the last hour. I would gladly do the first twenty plus years over again and again to never have to redo these last sixty minutes. To have to watch him play it out, to feel him go over it. The tense struggles and the flight instinct wanting to take over and praying that it wouldn't. All the while trying to keep my cool. Yup never again want to go through that again. I almost leaped when he first said it but I couldn't and was thankful his chest wasn't right on mine because it was enough feeling the pulse behind his ears. I felt how nervous he was and I was tempted to take his love in any form but no. I held my ground and waited. Then I was gifted the most beautiful thing ever. I knew he was mine. There will be doubt, there will be drama and I am hoping not but there may be relapses but I know right now his beautifully painted flesh is flush with mine and his love is tattooed on my heart. There is never a question as our mouths duel for who has felt the lost time more, that this is it for me and I hope him too.

A/N: yup... For tonight but only because there isn't but a few left... Yes cruel but I need to leave some busy work for tomorrow to keep my mind off my 20yr HS reunion on Friday... EEk, The rest is good as far as I am concerned though. Also thank you all for the illness well wishes. I had a very late start to my day but powered through. Not 100% but doing better today.