This is scary. Every single time after turning off the light, preparing for sleep, the boy would ask me tough question that is nearly impossible to answer? I don’t understand why the light off, and why can’t we sit on the bed and look each other into the eyes and talk.
I wonder.. Are we only capable to express ourselves fully, only in darkness? I wonder if he doubt my love for him, because of the things he imply. I don’t know.
I love him, but it is hard to hear that he worry for me and he is afraid that I hide things from him. I don’t know. It is just a little heartbreaking.
I think we still have a long way to go. But it is promising, as long as we take baby steps.
His parents are opening up to me. And I am so grateful and happy. And finally relieved. Although, I have always caught in between of both family culture.
I still love how relax and open my family is. It is just that different.