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Subject: {ASSM} Miracles Taken for Granted (MF rom) Stasya T. Canine
Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2001 19:10:04 -0500
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The strange things my mind does when I'm washing dishes...

Neighbors, this one is more in the nature of a think piece.

The theme:  When was the last time you took the time to just
think about your relationship with your Significant Other?
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Miracles Taken For Granted
by Stasya T. Canine
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As we settled for bed and our usual evening fuck, I was
watching my SO.  Something had been bothering me for several
days and so far I hadn't been able to bring it out where I
could study it.  Idly, as I admired her figure, I let my
thoughts drift to our first meeting.

With startling clarity, I realized what had been bothering me. 
"Helen?"

She raised her eyes so she could see my reflection in her
mirror.  A slight tilt of her head let me know I had her
attention.

"When was the last time we took the time to just relax and let
ourselves appreciate what we have?"  I was struggling to find
words for an emotion that was running through me.  "The sex.
The closeness.  The gentle touches that say so much more than
'I love you'."

I spread my hands in a helpless gesture.  "The wondrous miracle
of it all."

I trailed off in a whisper and with a wry smile.  "Just...
Everything."

I waited.  Her shoulders sagged and her normally sure movements
slowed to a stop.  I saw tears start to run down her cheeks
before she turned to face me.

Her whisper was filled with a sort of bemused mix of horror and
pain.  "Ray?  I don't remember.  Have we?"

I shook my head in my own denial.  "I don't remember either.  I
don't know if we have or not."

Both of us were crying.  I walked over and stood behind her.  I
reached up and gently began massaging the top of her shoulders
and the sides of her neck.  She was tense.  Extremely tense.
Slowly, she began to relax again.

"What made you think of that?"  One of her hands came up and
gently held one of mine.  "I don't take it for granted.  I know
you don't take it for granted.  Yet...  We take it all for
granted, don't we?"

"Yeah.  Something like that.  Things have been so good, for so
long, I felt like there was something I wasn't seeing.  I was
thinking about how we met and that was the missing piece.  I
remembered what I didn't have then.  That made me realize that
in the years since we met, you've given me so much that I
haven't stopped to take the time to say 'Thank You'."

"I've been so *content* and used to the happiness of being with
you..."

"That I've never taken the time to stop, take some time to
appreciate what we have, and then let you know how much I
appreciate what you've chosen to share with me.  I'm sorry I've
managed to treat things so casually - for so long."

I let my hands rest on her shoulders and then I pulled her back
against me.  "This.  Just feeling you next to me.  Knowing
we've done so much for each other.  Trust.  Shared pain.  Even
the anger during misunderstandings.  You're there.  You keep me
looking outside myself."

I smiled at her reflection.  "I love you.  It's long past time
that I told you..."  I stopped my rambling and pulled her into
a firm hug.

"I think you're a walking miracle."
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Stasya T. Canine
October 29, 2000

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