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.