“How come?”
Driving my point home, I reached for his cheek, needing to feel his skin under my touch. Resting my forehead against his, I breathed in his air, letting him have mine as he needed it. As he gazed into my eyes, it became impossible for my emotions not to rise to the surface, my eyes stinging with years of pent-up unshed tears borne from me missing him. “He wasn’t you, Micah. No one was. No one ever would be.” Overwhelmed by it all, by his presence in my life once again, by all the uncertainty looming just over the horizon, I took a deep, shuddery breath.
“Get over here,” he commanded, looping his arm around my waist and easily tossing me on his lap. His strength, no matter the missing arm, never ceased to amaze me.
And that was just his physical strength.
I would never have enough words to express how much his emotional strength impressed me, day after day.
Pulling me against his body, he attacked my mouth, letting me know that words wouldn’t be needed anymore. Everything we needed to say would be said by our bodies.
And mine couldn’t wait to start talking.
