For the first six months or so, it was only looking, never touching. You wanted Sabrina in your arms, but your priority was keeping her there. You didn't want something short and meaningless.

She loved that you were so patient with her while she got it together and figured it out. She was blinded by her feelings and so confused by them, so she ran away just to hide it all from you.

But you were sensitive, crazy, sexy, cool, and everything that Sabrina wanted and needed. In her heart, she was already holding hands with you, taking pictures together, making plans for the future you were going to share.

Lucky for her, you understand. Really, you've always known her better than she knows herself. You let her know how much you cared about her, by showing it constantly. But you were willing to give her so much more, if she let you.

If you love something, let it go. So she did. But you came back. So you were hers- that's how she knew. She wanted to finally be happy, and to set you free. This thing was for keeps.

She lays on top of you in bed, stroking your hair and staring lovingly at your sleepy face.

"I wanna thank you for giving me time to breathe," she murmurs softly, "and for being my rock. How can I do that, hm?"