He holds my face firmly within his hands and says something to me that I cannot understand. But, I do understand the look of worry marking his striking face. This man wants to be my protector. Others before him didn't care enough and I momentarily ache, before brushing those memories back to the dark corners of my mind. God how I wish I could express in his language how cherished he has made
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