I just sat down and opened my lap top with a purpose. Then I forgot what it was. The purpose, not the lap top. I wanted to look something up, that much I know. But what? Was it important? Any ideas?

statcounter!

Her name was one of the first words to ever come out of my mouth.

Not that it means anything but it means everything to me. 

She's solid. A rock. We didn't speak for a long time.

But in many ways we lived parallel lives during those years.

To say that I love her isn't enough.

To say that she's a part of me doesn't describe it. 

She's in a hospital so far away. 

Not that I could do anything, even if it were next door.

I'm angry. 

More angry than at my own circumstance.

I want to punch something someone anyone. 

If only that would help.

I can't understand it anymore than anything else.

It hurts more than even I can comprehend.

At night I whisper, "please please be okay."

And I know. 

No matter what.

She will be.

it can't be any other way.