She leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to one sore, swollen eye, then leans her forehead against his. "It's okay," she murmurs. "Whatever you're feeling about it. Toward him. It's okay. It doesn't mean you love him any less. Or that you don't miss him."
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She leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to one sore, swollen eye, then leans her forehead against his. "It's okay," she murmurs. "Whatever you're feeling about it. Toward him. It's okay. It doesn't mean you love him any less. Or that you don't miss him."