Updated: Dec 19, 2017
JUNE 03, 2015
I don’t want to remember all that I’ve lost. It’s easier to pretend it was another lifetime.
I was watching a movie drinking tequila. Chris wandered in just up from a mandatory nap. Since the radiation, he usually avoids romantic movies with love scenes. But last night he stayed, sat in his leather chair, stretched out onto the ottoman and started to reminisce. “Come here”, he said. I walked over and he tentatively reached out for my waist. “I don’t want to hurt you”, I replied. He is fragile. I eased on to his lap and slipped down in between his legs with most of my body on the ottoman. He wrapped his arms around me, hands resting on my stomach. We just sat and watched the love scene unfold as he quietly whispered some lovely memories into my ear. His gentle words and embrace are romantic and bittersweet. I cherish the moment.