Every time she gets sick and I see her getting better, I die a little inside.
Because the relief of knowing that she is okay doesn't outweight the thought that one day she will not bounce back. And I will watch her slowly slip away from me.
She is the love of my life.
And I will lose her.
And I will have so many years yet to live.
Alone.
I reach for you at night. And sometimes you catch me.
I wonder what you're thinking.
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