He is beautiful, handsome, kind, caring, and passionate. I met him at a bar last Friday, my friend had convinced me to go out even though I didn’t want to.
I really like him and I think he likes me.
He has made this past month heaven on earth; he makes me happier than anyone else has.
Our first kiss was under the cherry blossoms, I will always remember the rapturous smell, like roses but without the melancholy. He is exactly what I needed to feel normal and happy again.
He brought flowers to my job yesterday, and I am still smiling because of it.
He is the one I love. At first I worried the joy and happiness would fade with time, but six months in and I am happier than I was the first week. He is going to move in next Monday.
He met my family and they adored him, and he adored them, I couldn’t believe how well it went, that was when I realized I love him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him.
He asked me to marry him! I have never cried and laughed so much in my life, the entire restaurant was clapping as my glee overtook me.
I think we will have a spring wedding under the cherry blossoms.
He just got back from the doctor. It is an insidious, aggressive form of cancer which has no cure and he has about three months to live.
We had only been married for two months when he complained of a pain in his side, he thought it was nothing, but it got worse. What are we going to do?
He isn’t himself anymore. The pain had become so great that, in order for him to endure it, he is on so many narcotics that he is half conscious.
He will linger in this limbo for a week or so and I will watch it happen, unable to help, unable to comfort, unable to feel.
He will slowly fade away just as soon as our love was beginning to bloom.
He is gone.
Any happiness, or softness, or caring in my heart has gone with him; I am empty, hollowed out like a jack-o-lantern, but my light has gone out,
my flesh started to brown as I allow decay take it’s hold.
To have known such happiness is supposed to be a gift, that is what people tell me, but all I feel is pain and anger, pain and anger are all I will feel.
I will reach no acceptance, I will never come to understand the loss, I will always resent it, hate it, and my eyes will always be vacant because of it.
He is buried under a cherry blossom and I want nothing other than to join him there, maybe my pain won’t be able to reach me in the damp earth.