Today I look into her eyes, and she's got that look. You know the kind of look where you can tell she's got something to say but she's just not strong enough person to just say how she feels. Most people aren't. I'm not. But I never thought she was. I can almost see the lump slowly forming in her throat. The kind that keeps you away from speaking. It's like a flood waiting to emerge from her irritated, puffy doll-like eyes. A beautiful flood. And I know she loves me, sometimes I question how I would ever produce such terrible thoughts in my head.