Read Blind Love: English for Free Online

clothes dirty, I won't see it, they'll just keep wearing it. If they’re doing something dangerous or crawling toward a place where they shouldn't be, I wouldn't be able to stop them, I'd be too afraid to go after them and maybe step on them. You'll have to do everything yourself, because they simply can't not have both of their parents not taking care of them. Do you have any idea what you are going to go through if that happens?" By the time I was finished, tears were streaming down my face and my voice was cracking and shaking, pain wrapping my every word – because God knew how much I wanted all of that, how much I wanted all of it with him , but it wasn't easy, wasn't the least bit simple, not at all. And I just had to tell him. Some of it, at least.
    The next thing I knew, Ethan was taking me in his arms and hugging me tight, tight, tight – something he'd always done every now and then. By now I understood he only did it when feeling down or so low that he didn’t know what else to do. Something I’d grown to love so very much, because I knew without him telling me that those hugs helped him get through whatever he was going through, as if he was taking the power he needed to move on from me . Me of all people. Someone who liked to pretend to be so strong because it was easier than showing how fragile she truly was.
    "We'll figure it out, Beautiful Girl. We'll figure it out. I love you, that's all I know. Whatever happens to us later, we will deal with. Love will keep us strong, Anna. Please, trust me on this. I love you."
    I wanted to believe him, so I did. And a few days later when he told me he loved me, the way he always made sure to tell me now every single day, numerous times, I couldn't not say it back, because I felt it, too. I loved him.
     

 
    It was two months later that we were invited to have dinner with our siblings at Dominik's house. Ethan didn't want to leave the house. He wanted us to spend the night in the bedroom and make love, but I was able to convince him to go. Hardly, but I did.
    "Hey, Stranger," I said to Sandra when she greeted me with a hug.
    "Hey, yourself," she replied. "I missed you like fuck!"
    "You missed fuck? What the hell have you been doing here since last Friday, then?" I faked shock.
    "Shut up!" she chuckled and punched my shoulder playfully.
    We had a good time there. I could hear the happiness in Sandra's voice. Dominik made her very happy, almost as much as Ethan made me happy – and I said almost because I couldn't believe that anyone was as happy as I was. It was kind of impossible, because being with Ethan was making me beyond happy. He was making me beyond happy.
    I just had no idea that that happiness wouldn't last for long.

    I was in the kitchen with Sandra while she was washing the dishes – she hated dishwashers, no idea why – and I'd listen carefully to when she placed them in front of me on the counter and would start drying them with the towel in my hand, then place them near where I’d picked them up. Sandra would put them away later.
    We were talking about nothing and just enjoying each other’s company. I'd missed her so much in the last week and couldn't get enough of her talking. She told me that things were getting really serious between Dominik and herself, and they were playing around with the idea of her moving in with him but never really made the decision to actually do it. I had a strong feeling that it was because of me and the fact that she didn't want to leave me alone, so I assured her – without letting her know I could see through her and knew of the real reason – that I'd be fine, especially now that I had Ethan around a lot.
    Her grin was blinding after that.
    Or it was just me. Huh!
    When we were finished with the dishes, Sandra told me that she was going to change her shirt because hers got all wet from washing the dishes. I asked her to lead me toward where the guys were. I knew they'd gone somewhere private because Dominik