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I wasn't sure how to answer. It wasn't the first time this topic had come up, and I knew then that it wouldn't be the last, but it was the only time that I'd felt this desperate need to explain to him exactly why he was so special. And I couldn't. How do you logically justify love, no matter how deeply it's founded in logical respect? I can't. If you figure it out, let me know.
I knew he was drunk and would be back to hiding these things again the next morning (afternoon), but I wanted to know more about him. I'd been sleeping with him almost nightly for months now, but there were still so many things that I didn't understand about him and was normally afraid to bring up. I wanted to be special to him, and I wanted him to need me around as desperately as I need(ed) him.
"Everything is so redundant."
I don't know if he cried or if it was only me. "I want to bleed," he said. That was the only time I'd heard said what I'd seen in faces several times. I knew that I couldn't comfort him, so listened until he passed out, then left the bed so that I couldn't see and hear him struggling with nightmares that I couldn't wake him up from.