Twenty years. We missed each other for a few, early on, when we lived apart. Why did we waste that time?
I sit here alone in the living room, wishing you were next to me. I dread going to bed, the empty bed.
What a journey we’ve had. You’ve taken me to incredible heights and depths. It was a crazy ride. I don’t want it to be over yet.
Remission – a beautiful word, yet meaningless? Our new beginning, our bucket list, hasn’t happened. Sickness and stupidity – from pneumonitis, to blood clots, to steroid issues, to a broken hip??? Where’s the time we are to share and enjoy this respite from cancer?
You are my best friend, so I’m alone. I need you to comfort me at the end of a long day watching you suffer. What a dilemma. Needing you so badly after dealing with your ordeals.
Who will ever hold my hand, stroke me, hear me, the way you do? I need your love and your touch. I need your humor and your intelligence. I need the connection that I’ve felt for 20 years. I honestly feel like you’d be able to hear me telepathically right now.
