LUIS
Tracing her skin I never knew this level of content existed in the very life I lived. If I believed that the day I was published was the best, I stood corrected with every moment I spent with her and the night we shared was incredible. To the point a feeling emerged of just how urgent it was I tell her more about myself, it was only right I do. I had planned on telling her last night but she was upset and things just got out of hand. . .
I had to tell her.
However, a hushed voice in my mind told me otherwise. That instead of rushing to tell her, I needed to relish a bit more into the possibilities of us. And I would do anything to protect her. The day was still fresh of the night she was drugged- no other time in my life could compare to the rage I felt knowing that someone would try harm her and I believe that was the moment it occurred to me just how willing I was to be there for her.
