A Good Life

Amalia exhaled at his words and smiled. “How is it you are so poetic?”

“I’m not. I’m not even close to being a poet. What I can tell you, is everything my heart feels, I want to share with you. Amalia, I was not a good man. I made so many mistakes in my life so far. From being angry because I was separated from you, to sleeping with women to slake a lust I shouldn’t have allowed consume me, to the