You're crazy, you always tell me. I think it's the first time I've been to myself, I didn't think about the end, and I kept myself. I knew I was supposed to hold my breath while I was with you. But I couldn't help but let you do it.
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The crazy woman in me back then. You kissed me. The warmth of her lips seemed to be a reason to live. Hopeful but dangerous. He is afraid that people are afraid that seconds will pass and life will continue as if nothing had happened.
But something happened. You loved me, man. You hugged me. It's as tight as it gets into it. I couldn't breathe, it didn't matter. What we mean by the eyes of you. The darker his eyes than the human you saw him.
Then you left.
The problem is that my brain and my life are stuck on you to mother the boy who looks like this very much. They sleep well in their beds, and even if we are enjoying in the sofa, my mind is in my mind. My mind is still in maternity mode.
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Sometimes I worry about the money, and the milk? Is there milk in the cupboard? This motherhood mode can't turn off. This is my personality now. And physically, emotionally and mentally, this is a very tiring situation.
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