The air in Carter's lungs deflated as he let out a heavy sigh. "Dahlia, please look at me," he pleaded, his eyes searching for any sign of her acknowledgment.
She finally lifted her head to meet Carter's soft, azure blue eyes. "Your past is what has made you the strong, warm, lively person you are today."
"It did not eat you alive and spit you out. Instead, you reigned it in, remembering the hard times and learning to make the best of the good ones."
"That is what seeing your past will mean to me and nothing more."
"Hell, I cannot imagine what you are going to think once you see mine. Trust me, Dahlia, my history - well, let's say it is not a pretty sight."
He moved closer, and this time, Dahlia did not retreat. Her tears ceased, and Carter smoothed her hair with his hand, loving her with his eyes.
"There, that's much better. Now give me your hand and let's finish this."
