There were times I looked at him in wonder and times I looked at him and wondered.
I looked at him in wonder always for the man he was. So capable and beautiful. So smart and assured.
I looked at him and wondered what the future held. If our love would hold true. What he saw in me.
There were times I looked at him in wonder and times I looked at him and wondered.
I looked at him in wonder for the way he worked, took care of those he loved and strived for the life he wanted.
I looked at him and wondered where I fit sometimes. What my role would be and how I could support him.
I looked at him with all the love I knew to give and some I didn’t know I possessed. And I had little hope of surviving it intact, but knew I wouldn’t let him go unless he asked.
It didn’t really matter anymore the timing of it all. I knew I’d survive. I was a born fighter even though people forgot that. I’d survived worse. I’d survive this if it came to it. But I’d never be the same. And he’d always own a piece of my heart and I would never be the same regardless of the end.
