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This brings me back to when I was sick. All those things you did for me. You laid across my belly for a body heat-induced heating pad. You made silly faces to make me laugh so I didn’t think about the pain. You attempted to feed me soup. (We should work on that, I mostly WORE the soup moreso than I ate it. LOL) You came in at 8am every morning, and cuddled with me until I felt like I could move again without pain. We watched Adventure Time and Regular Show. We laughed so hard at it I thought I was going to pee.
You held me for as long as I needed. For as long as I could stand it.
I think you being there taking care of me healed me a hell of a lot better than all the pills I was knocking back trying to get my stomach to fucking settle…