When did I give birth? Not something I recall!
'Recollection not necessary, just look at me'

Not the world's prettiest picture.
'But one you still love!'

He's right, my heart is his.
He owns it.
I don't own his, but a portion is mine.

I wonder if he'll still love me in the future.
Time may change his love, his dependence.
How will I survive? I depend on his love too.

Perhaps then my end will come.
Will I welcome it?
Will I be brave enough?

I hope so.... this is too hard.