Beneath the Surface: Book Three

Every time I look into his eyes, I see myself.

I see my mistakes, I see my success.
I see my past, my present, and my future all rolled into one.
I see my guilt and my pride, my insecurities and my confidence, my idiocy and my intelligence, my passion and my patience.

I see my happiness and love, and above all, I see the person that I've always wanted, always needed, and the fact that he's sitting quietly in my arms, gazing up at me with those crystal blue eyes and those soft pink lips, I can't help but wonder what I'd do if I ever lose him.

But I don't have to wonder, because I know in my heart that I never will.