I suppose, when I look back on our relationship, I only ever had the tips of her. Her fingers, hands and toes. Her knees and shins, her ears and nose. The icy tips that fell prey to winter air. But her chest and lungs, torso and shoulders, the blood and the heart—well, that was something I never had. And did I ever want it? I’m not sure. Would the center, the middle of her, the _core_ of her, warm as easily as the tips always did? I could hold her hand in mine. I could tuck her legs under a blanket. She always wore shoes and socks. Her ears were covered with her silky strands of hair and her nose could be buried in the crook of my neck as a kissed was pressed against my skin. But her blood rages on without my touches and, I daresay, it always will. 2007-09-26T00:38:46Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/10235 <p>nice really deep I like it but this is to scramled for me so I kinda dont get it but I like it and I give all my stars to you 5 stars good job keep up the good work !</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/10235?basename=14319 2007-09-26T00:38:46Z NikkiC93 http://ficlets.com/authors/cool