“You hated me that much?''No.' I grabbed a branch and pulled myself up, my back still to him. 'I missed you that much.”
“I pull away, you pull me back, you grab my hand and wrap me around. What you did not know is—– my heart is my hand.”
“You know, you remind me of my younger brother. I miss that kid, so much that I sometimes regret killing him.”
“I’ve missed you so much,” I whisper as he kisses my neck. “Even when I didn’t know you, my soul still missed you.”