Andrew has got his bike fixed, and is now on the road again.
I know he's been cycling for years, and is safe and everything else I've listened to when he's been trying to calm my fear's about going back on the road again.
But, and this is the serious part, all I can think about is that the last time he was on his bike, he got hit by a car.
I know he wasn't hurt badly, and he's been a soldier in far more dangerous places than the road's of the UK, but I do worry.
I love him. I want him to be safe. I do worry too much, maybe. But, I can't help it.
I'll be glad when he returns.
I know he's been cycling for years, and is safe and everything else I've listened to when he's been trying to calm my fear's about going back on the road again.
But, and this is the serious part, all I can think about is that the last time he was on his bike, he got hit by a car.
I know he wasn't hurt badly, and he's been a soldier in far more dangerous places than the road's of the UK, but I do worry.
I love him. I want him to be safe. I do worry too much, maybe. But, I can't help it.
I'll be glad when he returns.
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