[Her grasp tightened, as if to imply she had no desire to let him go. Not in those moments. Not in that night. Not in that lifetime, if she could help it. Turning her head, she hesitated, and after a moment, she set her lips to the very palm of his hand.]

I missed you. I missed you so much. I felt like a part of me was just... gone. And the worst part was that I couldn't just stop and wonder. I didn't have the time to want and yearn. I didn't have the time to be selfish, but I never forgot you. Not for a moment. Everything I did, all I really wanted was to see you. If only so I could tell you. I could live with not seeing you again, as long as you knew how I felt.

[For she'd spent so long pretending she hadn't felt in such a way that she couldn't let him go without regrets. But since she'd gotten it out... perhaps it implied that she'd more easily surrender the idea of him, and them.]