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I could get over even the most shite of days if I could come home and cuddle him for hours. Lying there curled perfectly behind him, feeling the texture and the warmth of the skin of his back on my cheek, hearing him breathe, smelling his aftershave, tracing over and over the millions of lines on his backpiece with my eyes...this could get me past anything. For me, this is complete relaxation. This is absolute peace.

And Vicodin is an extremely poor substitute. But for now, it'll have to do.