When you got up from the brunch table to use the bathroom and made a joke about how you were never coming back and as I watched you move away I thought about how some day you might get cancer or bad depression that makes you push me away and how I will love you just as much through whatever befalls you.
When you rolled over in the night and put a comforting hand on my back like you often do as though you’re trying to subconsciously show me that you’re there, and your fingers were twitching rhythmically and I wondered if you were playing the piano or typing something in your dreams. I wanted to know which song you were playing or who was receiving your furious email.
When you had a fantastic day at work and told me in earnest you wanted to celebrate by putting on your…
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