I catch myself looking toward your room.

Cancer is like being kidnapped.

Your kidnapper’s choice of punishment?

Torturing your loved one and making you watch.

Once a school girl crush.

Now a great love story.

A vow made long ago.

My favorite place on Earth, you know the one.

Head on your chest, my moon and sun.

I know it’s close.

I feel it.

Deep in the nooks between my tissue and bone.

Who knows how my heart will work once it shatters.

I hope it helps me love more.

A million pieces.

Gravity didn’t work on you.

Hovering above the ground when you walked in.

You are still you.

A wink here and there.

The charmer.

I don’t need much.

Just sit with me, old friend.