Uncertainty and doubt and sorrow have put me on steep path to depression lately. But I have to make a show of strength-copious amounts of it to send all the vibes of it to my friend... my partner... the love of my life.
As I see him suffer from pangs of nausea, pain and the malaise, I know not what to do. It's agonizing and I am teetering on the edge of sanity. 'Will it be cured?? Will he be fine?? Will we travel and see the world together??'..So many questions.We are too young to suffer the insufferable-I think and yet I see the little angels in the ward and know not what to do.All the tears unshed have left me dry as a husk. And yet I want to hope that this will end well.I want to . Oh I 'd like it to end well.
But 'If wishes were horses, beggars would ride' and I 'll cherish every moment with him and beg the powers that be high above for some more.
I pray and hope he has the fight in him and so do I.