I remember it was a regular night until
the moment I answered his call. When I arrived home, all I could hear was Gil
crying. He was undressed, inside the empty tub, holding his knees. I knew he didn’t want to talk and no matter
how much I loved him, there wasn’t much I could do to make things better. So I
held him the tightest I could hold and I let him cry. I made sure he felt the
most protected that I could make him feel. The most loved that he could feel.
The day my mother died I hadn’t met Gil
yet and there wasn’t anyone that I felt that loved me as much as my mom did. I
wanted to make sure Todd new that he had someone that loved him and cared of
him. Although I wasn’t close to Ms. Fulbright, I never wished her dead. She was
an important part in the life of the man I’ve loved for the past six years. I
can surely say that she hated me. She never wanted to meet me, and made sure to
never mention my name while talking to her son. But she was his mom. If I could
I would take the pain out of his chest and put it into my own chest. I didn’t
want to see him hurt, I didn’t want to see him suffer.
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