[She shifts in answer, leans a little bit back into him, accepts his quiet offer. She reaches to twine their fingers together, slowly, a matter of touching more than holding, as though they could know each other by all the unseen fingerprints they would need only match against the grooves in the half-cast clay of their hearts.
Hers are settled into a slow tandem now, the same weary peace.]
I love you.
[There is no variation that would make it more accurate or more poignant. She imagines cupfuls of light being passed back and forth between their palms, and instead of trickling away like water, it wells up, spills over, increases with the giving as love does. Something shared to see by.]
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Hers are settled into a slow tandem now, the same weary peace.]
I love you.
[There is no variation that would make it more accurate or more poignant. She imagines cupfuls of light being passed back and forth between their palms, and instead of trickling away like water, it wells up, spills over, increases with the giving as love does. Something shared to see by.]