Blacktail Deer Plateau The road outside my house is paved with good intentions

He listened quietly as she spoke, vines of appreciation and guilt sprouting and intertwining within his chest. He was, as always, incredibly grateful for her presence in his life, but he was also so ashamed of how he had hurt her. The guilt would take a while to stop overshadowing every other emotion he had, even with her permission to let it go; he knew he would have to prove to himself that he was worthy of being with such a kind and forgiving woman. 

Rubbing his nose in the fur on her neck, he quietly said, Thank you. He didn't know how else to express his gratitude. Just tell me what to take and how often, and I'll do it, he added softly against her fur, not wanting to pull his nose from her neck to speak.