"Old Words, New Stories." That was the name of the book shop I was going to visit. Again. The first time I visited was just by pure chance - it was raining, I was cold, and I like reading so of course, I went inside a book shop to take shelter from the rain.
I watch the news and I see you. I walk outside and look at the billboards, the displays at the store, the magazines and I see you. Every day, in one place or another, I see you. I went to see your movies just because I wanted to see you.
I sat on the bed, next to her. She was sleeping so quietly, just barely audible breaths. I ran my fingers through her long hair; it glimmered slightly orange in the light of the settings sun. It had been a long day for her, but I had a nap so I didn’t feel tired at all.
Ok, hold up. So how am I - a lesbian - here in the first place to be married to a man I barely know and for certain do not love? And pregnant with his child, no less!