What if "us" will happen? What if it will be good? What if it wouldn't ruin me? I can't let that thought go, and i don't. I hold on to it, I hold on to HIM. I ignor everything else I see. All the people he hurt, all the bad things he does. I'm blind to it all, I only see what's good in HIM. And when there is much of that, I relive the memories, the good ones. Like the one when we walked together at evening in a dark road, and I was getting cold and he said: "I only have a tee shirt, it wouldn't help...", then started to warm me with his hands. Maybe it was an act of kindness, maybe it meant nothing to HIM, but to me? Oh it meant so much to me.
