It scares me when he tightens his grip on a chair, because I know what he was thinking and wanted to do. I would just glance and say nothing, but in the bathroom, I would cry. This is why I asked to myself, why? He tried to amor me and he did, but he wants to hurt me, even with his unborn girl in me.
We lay in the same bed, facing one another. He will never fall asleep until I am. I believe it is because, somewhere, deep in his coração and soul, he believes every bit of those imaginations. I don't blame him...
I come por his side and hand him a glass of water. He takes it, glazing over my cold hands with his warmth. And for the first time he looked at me with the same eyes. The ones shown in the cave. He smiles and kisses my hand. I smile and look at our daughter in his hands. Her eyes were now of the same quality and happiness as his own. Things seemed to change, but our issues stayed, and we learned to try to deal with them. One mural dropped that day. And with that happiness that night, our future son was concieved. And after, he closed his eyes before me.
