Bleeding Hearts of a Butterfly

“With you, I don’t like it but love it, even if it means to live in a hell. Not that a child is a hell, but in our case, it would mean the world.”

“I would be a house wife and jobless,” I smile, opening my eyes.

“No man should say my wife doesn’t have a job. It’s impossible for a woman not to have one. She may not sit behind a desk or get paid but she deserves a reward for everything she has and does as a woman and a wife, or a mother. Her family is her job. She takes care of them; she worries about them all day and night. So how come I’d say my lady, my love and my wife doesn’t have a job? Not especially when you are there to share the pains and joys of life with me. You’re in charge of my life; I’m your job. I will worship you in every way possible and award you in as much as I can. You’re the boss of my life, my master and I your slave. I love you, Butterfly.”

“You mean, master Butterfly?” I smile big in delight. “My love lord, my wizard, I love you.” I stretch myself up and kiss him. “Get up now; you should be at work.” I get up and roll myself in the white sheet and walk to the closet to pick something for him to dress himself.

„Cu tine, nu-mi place, dar il iubesc, chiar daca inseamna sa traiesti intr-un iad. Nu ca un copil este un iad, dar in cazul nostru ar insemna lumea. ”„ As fi sotie de casa si fara loc de munca ”, zambesc, deschizand ochii.„ Nici un barbat nu ar trebui sa spuna ca sotia mea nu are loc de munca.