When every breath is precious
There is never a judgement, never an angry thought, never a let-down, never a betrayal, never even indifference. She is simply incapable of anything but sweet dependence. I know she doesnt love me as a conscious decision, nor out of some noble inner goodness. It is simply how she has evolved, how she has been bred, how she has been taught to behave. But that doesnt matter. Her love is enough. She is enough. Although she is not beautiful, nor intelligent, nor valuable, she is enough. When she pushes her head into my chest when I hug her, hides her eyes from the world in the safety of my arms, that is more love than my heart can hold.
But she is so mortal. I watch her slowly ageing, track each grey hair, each stiff stretch in the morning, and it terrifies me. The thought of life without her makes me cry every single time it crosses my mind. Just writing it down brings tears to my eyes. She is my best friend, my comfort and my joy. She is the reason I get out of bed each morning. The bond we have is unbreakable, trying to verbalise my love for her makes me feel as if my very soul is being torn in two. And yet she will not be here forever.

When every breath is precious, love is heartbreak.
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