Once again I find myself with child. Scynthe, I'm building such a family with him. It makes me want to spin around like a little girl, like the little girl that I once was. He says such, such things that I don't know how to explain them. They will always just be between him and I, but to say that he adores me is no stretch at all.
Oh how I love him with all of my heart, my soul. I wonder though why he's told me that he's a terrible person, that he's done terrible things. I've seen terrible and beyond. I can't imagine him doing much worse than I've done. Drugs, sex and violence, I don't think I'll ever explain them to my children, but if he ever asked that of me I would. I would tell him. Honestly though I feel so different, so much younger and full of life than when I was bumming around in Murder Row. If he never delights to tell me what he thinks that he's done then I will trust him with that.
Though with this business of his late wife rising from the dead in spirit. He seemed more detached and like he did not belong to me. I know he does, but this is just exasperating.
Trysten is waking up, I'll have to put this up for now.
