Kiss me. Talk to me. Touch me. I've missed... everything, Clive. Being near to you. Feeling wanted by you.

[He may hold himself back in bed, but she feels as if she holds herself back in every passing conversation. Saying good afternoon, and not reaching for his hand. Noting when he leaves at unusual times and not wanting to know why that may be, for fear of learning who he spends his time with. Not knowing the details of his day to day as she might otherwise. Not wanting to ask too much.]

My heart is the only thing truly fragile, Clive.