This is my gun...

Have you ever read Written on the Body, by Jeanette Winterson? The first line of the novel is, "Why is the measure of love loss?"

Would I have known how much I love my husband if he hadn't been taken away from me? Would I long to know every aspect of him? Would I take him for granted? Would I push away his hands rather than lie awake at night thinking of the strength and warmth in them?

Here is the M9. He wears it strapped to his thigh. Power and awe. Love and longing.

I am terrified of guns, spiders, snakes--anything too dangerous. David handles things that terrify me. He isn't afraid of anything.

He is confident that our love will survive.

I'm not sure if this is blackwork or redwork. Maybe it's both.