when he said

"I remember when he told me my face was different every day and in that moment I thought he knew how afraid i was of the end of our togetherness how strong i tried to make us every day but then he kissed me as if to say he was sorry he still loved me and anoher day came like a victim until we did not recognized each other anymore." This is a gift from my husband, Carlson! I like to give him a present, but he seldom. it is a english poetry book. He is so lovable.