All I Ask
I told her I love her over and over again and as our bodies entwined, as we move to that rhythm only her and I can hear, I looked at her eyes and saw her crying, for a moment there I saw the woman I love, the graceful and carefree version of her.
"I love you... so much..." I whispered to her ear. She moaned, didn't even said that she loved me – maybe because she was too hurt.
I made love to her four times that night but in the morning, I woke up alone in the bed, I was hoping that she'd be downstairs with Ada, eating pancakes but I found an empty kitchen, I found an empty room, I found an empty house... no it's not home – it's a mere building, a house, because home is where your heart is. Ia