I get to be alone. Isn’t that what I wanted? As the day approaches I’m getting more and more anxious..wanting to take it back..wanting her to stay…but that’s not really it. What I want is a life partner, to share with and love. I don’t want a parasite that feeds from my own happiness to accomplish its own.
The word reciprocate comes to mind. That and embolism.
The patriarch of my family is dying. 80 years old, lungs and spine ridden with cancer. I wonder if he still thinks smoking related deaths are a myth. Maybe he blames his own condition on something else…cellphones perhaps.
Today is another day…just breathe. just breathe
