When I awoke this morning, you were still asleep. As I awoke I heard your gentle breathing. I saw your closed eyes beneath wisps of stray hair and I was deeply moved. I wanted to cry out, to wake you, but you slept so deeply, so soundly. In the half light your skin glowed with life so warm and sweet. I wanted to kiss it, but I was afraid of waking you up. I was afraid of you being awake in my arms again. Instead, I wanted something no one could take from me, mine alone…this eternal image of you. Beyond your face I saw a pure, beautiful vision showing us in the perspective of my whole life, all the years to come, even all the years past. That was the most miraculous thing: to feel for the first time that you had always been mine, that this night will go on forever united with your warmth, your thought, your will. At that moment I realized how much I loved you, Lidia. I wept with the intensity of the emotion for I felt that this must never end, we would remain like this all our lives, not only close but belonging to each other in a way that nothing could ever destroy it except the apathy of habit, the only threat. Then you wakened and smiling put your arms around me, kissed me and I felt that there was nothing to fear. We would always be as we were at that moment, bound by stronger ties than time and habit.