It started with a headache; just a small one, and after a couple of analgesics, everything was fine. But then it started again the next day. It went on and on, until it was too much to bear.
Cancer. That was the last thing I expected to hear. We left it too long...the cancer had spread. We were too late.
I tried to be there, but it was hard. We have no children. Oh we were planning on starting a family, but we just hadn't gotten round to it. I was grateful. I could barely hold it together; I would have fallen apart if we had children. We tried to pretend nothing was wrong, but everyday was even more challenging than the last. We could see it in each other's eyes...the unbearable pain, trying to be strong for each other; it took it's toll.
It had gotten so bad, we'd had to go into the hospital. We were together everyday for the entire month, and though we'd continually told each other we'd be okay, we both knew that was the only way to reassure each other. At 7:35 that evening, we held hands and whispered we loved each other. I looked into my lover's tear-filled eyes and knew that this was the end.
"I will always love you" were my last words.
