|Current mood:||fucking terrified|
|Current music:||Peter Gabriel, 'In Your Eyes'|
Cancer. Cancer in the blood I've swallowed, in the bones that have pressed against my body in the dark hours of night, fitting just so, just perfectly. We don't know yet - we won't know for several more days. But what if it's true? What if he has it? What if he...what if he dies?
I wish I could absorb this in through his sweat, drink it in through his blood. Then we'd never be separated.
How do you wait on something like this? How do you just...wait? How do you live from one breath to the next, from one moment to the next?