THE BOYFRIEND is sick again. This time it doesn't seem like he is going to get better anytime soon. He doesn't even want me to touch him in a comforting way, i.e. cuddling up to him or touch him on his back or leg or arm. I miss his touch; I miss his smile; I miss his spark. I miss him.
He is taking a medical leave of absence from work in order to go to Ft. Lauderdale to hopefully get better. Leaving me up here. It's not a vacation where I know he is coming back to me. I don't know what's going to happen to him down there. Is it greedy of me to not want him to leave me? I don't want to be anywhere he isn't.
I don't want to think about living without him in my life. He changed me in ways that I didn't think possible. Or maybe it was there all along, and he brought it out of me.
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