Words in a book, entry five

The past has a way of creeping up on you, it does me, and it does him. I learned that his sadness was indeed about me, but not about me. When he lost his wife she was with child. He fears my anger and ways will lead to the same thing happening again. I don’t know if I should be upset or more in love. Upset that he thinks I cannot take care of myself, more in love because he fears my loss so greatly. For now I will quell my anger as much as I can. I have learned that what he fears most is me walking away, in anger or otherwise without him knowing. Even more so if in anger, which was how it happened with her, his wife. Mum always told me that the best men are the ones you can argue with and still want to kiss in the end. Even while we argue, all I can think is how much I want his arms around me, and his lips against mine so he can cut off the angry words that spew from my mouth.