Bab 546: ~Gael~

I hold Angela in my arms, her scent enveloping me like a warm blanket under the moonlight. The feeling I have in my chest has been there ever since I laid eyes on her while she walked down the aisle towards me.

I know now why I didn't recognize that emotion at first. It's because I haven't really experienced it before. Well, that's not totally true. I have—sort of, and it was when Angela accepted all of me—at least that was the closest feeling that's the same level as to how I'm feeling today. 

I'm feeling full. You know when you've run so far and hard that you get parched and you're desperate for water? Then water is poured into a glass and you don't stop even until it's full…until it's overflowing. And even then, you still don't want to stop. You keep drinking and then pour some more until it overflows. It's that kind of fullness that's in my chest. Call me greedy, but I want more of this. More of her.