i stare at our image in the mirror and see two people who love each other very much and will do anything to help heal old wounds . it wasnt that his father said , go there ! i try to open my eyes again . now , if i kissed him , if i made a move of any kind , well , it would be a conscious choice . but it is n't permanent , and it can be broken . for some reason she could n't name , she could n't bring herself to hurt him . 