PHOEBE
She smiled a bit at him. "If it hadn't been impulsive, it would not have been you." she said softly. Impulsive was his middle name, her opposite in so many ways. Perhaps that was why the fire had flared so quickly between them - opposites attract and all that. It would be easy to wonder if they would still be going strong now if Lusea hadn't appeared, but she forced herself not to. If she allowed her mind to wander down all the paths of what if, what if, what if she could never focus on what is.
That he couldn't so openly voice his concern for Lusea didn't surprise her. She was a formidable woman. "I am sure you have your ways of showing her in a way she can receive." she said with a soft smile. Lusea's love language had to be much different than her own. They were such different people that she doubted they had any similarity aside from their love for Sunjata.
"Oh, well..." she said with a wistful sigh, looking back over the shelves. "I'm looking for some fiction books. Things I can read and things I can read to the boys."
That he couldn't so openly voice his concern for Lusea didn't surprise her. She was a formidable woman. "I am sure you have your ways of showing her in a way she can receive." she said with a soft smile. Lusea's love language had to be much different than her own. They were such different people that she doubted they had any similarity aside from their love for Sunjata.
"Oh, well..." she said with a wistful sigh, looking back over the shelves. "I'm looking for some fiction books. Things I can read and things I can read to the boys."
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave I gave each piece a name
