Just look at all those pictures.
She could probably have me arrested for harrassment.
I love this person. I just want to make her happy.
I have given up my free time, my mommy-baby hours at the zoo or at the beach or park with Ian, just in order to spend more time with her. Teaching her subjects like algebra and geometry that I wasn't all that interested in the first time around.
Trying to share my passion for learning. And writing.
Oh heck, just trying to get her to show a passion for ANYTHING.
And maybe, just maybe, not flinch when I touch her.
Now, more than ever, I am convinced that she and I were made for eachother, that she and I were meant to be.
She chose me to be her mother because I am stubborn enough to fight for her.
Like an unrequited suitor, I live for the smallest sign that she took notice I was there.
That she knows how much I love her and how much more I would do for her.
I would do anything for this love of mine.
Which is why I let her be. No kiss good-night. Not even the promise of one.
I live for the day she loves herself enough to love another.