Why Did He...

There are several things I asked myself that day. Why did he want to continue to take care of me? Why did he yell at me? Why did he apologize to me?Why did he... kiss my forehead? Did he think he scared me? Does he care about me? Is he...? No he couldn't be. Or could he?

Three hours later he came in to give me lunch and all I did was stare at him. I didn't ask for any of the answers I wanted to know. He looked at me after he sat the tray down and blushed. Maybe he is...

That night he slept beside me, instead of in the chair. He was really warm and I felt safer than I had in years. Why did he change the place he slept, though. Maybe the chair is uncomfortable. I'm comfortable with the warmth. I don't know if I'm comfortable with him in the bed though.