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  • Last night was significant somehow. We found a way to meet the deep need we had to lie together, to be one despite the boundaries that usually define our time together. Though leaving was an unnatural necessity, it was far less painful, less inadequate than leaving earlier would have been.

    Last night I needed to feel your easy-us-breathing. I needed to give you comfort and pleasure and safety. I needed to let my love lick and heal the day's wounds. I needed you to know that you were as lovable in the darkness as you are in the light.

    Last night our love revealed anew its gentle yet far-reaching power to buoy each other through unexpected storms, to offer a lifeline when one of us was sinking. It didn't matter which of us it was. Our love never has to choose; it will save us both every time.

    Last night you let me love you.
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