Slow caress on the cheek Careful admiration of the face Tender embrace of the body Kind, compassionate eyes A calm, empathetic voice One slight head tilt for me Acknowledgement of my state Recognition that I am ill
You have needs, Jawn... Needs that are not met. Keep thinking of me. Think of my love.
You will heal soon. Soon, you will be okay...
I didn't come this far to lose, Lydia. I need you.