Sometimes I think that it's harder to be the one that loves. As I submit to tests, and take action against a sea of paperwork, all they can do is stand by and watch.

Bear begs me to literally lean on him, offering his little shoulder as my crutch. And CD? Well, CD struggles. Whispering on the wind of the fears we don't speak.

Reminding me that I married him for a lifetime. As though we are promised so many years.

My heart breaks. I want to race to the end of this, and show them this will all be all right. It's just another complication. And probably a negligible one for all that.

There is no monster under the bed. Get to the part where the white coats back me up on this.

But days can not be skipped. And who would want to?

So we live our days in order.

I made this for him. It was my birthday yesterday, so I got some free hours to spend any way I wanted. Luxurious snippets to create, without the guilt of whatever else needed doing.

I made this for him. Who has come so far with me. We have so much farther we dream of going.

This is my shout to his whisper. And maybe more hope than know.

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