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  "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to... I won't push like I always do."
  "I'm glad you push me to talk... and...I just don't think you really wanna hear about this..."
  "If it helps you then yes, I do."
  I held her hands. She looked at me and gave me a caring smile. Tears were already starting and neither of us even started talking about it.
  "Actually, before I tell you... can you share some thoughts? I-I know it's not good but... really, how does my cutting make you feel?" I asked.
  She took a minute. I think she was trying to find the right words without making it into an argument.
  "W-well I... I get... afraid, we'll, more worried. About you. I just... I don't like seeing you hurt or—or sad... I just want you to be happy." She said.
  She gently hugged me. I decided to hold her. She laid her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes.
  "...now explain. Please."
  I started rubbing her back a bit still holding her.
  "I cut... well, I cut to feel mostly. I've explained it before I think." She nodded. "When I get that lack of emotion I can't just think of something happy. I can hardly think at all as a matter of fact. And, it bothers me. So, I cut. Feeling pain or even sadness is better than nothing at all..."
  "...h...how do you feel around me...?" I know she was close to crying.
  I cupped her cheek with my hand and kissed her.
  "I feel happy...in love... I feel the strange urge to protect the hell out of you."
  We shared a laugh for a second.
  "I love you to. And don't forget that."
  I kissed her again. She giggled.
  "Ok, ok. Talking is done... for now." She said. 
  I smiled and kissed her all over her face just to hear her laugh. Her laugh gave me a strange and comforting warmth in my heart. I loved it. And I love my Inky.
  I think... I think I'm ready to propose.