How can you miss someone who’s right beside you?
A good huntress respected her partners instincts, even if he was socially ignorant.
You could miss someone, but it did no good to fixate on loss. I wished I had the ready words of a Breeder or the ability to comfort with a soft touch. I didn't. Instead I had daggers and determination. That would have to do.
Each love is unique. Special. Giving to one never takes away from another.
He has to take me as I am, broken bits and all.
His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered