i had a headache. you received word of your kidney stones. and an upcoming surgery. i cried. but made sure you didn't see. because honey, i hate to see this happening to you. i hate to see you, the love of my life, suffer this perpetual pain and fear and condition. you passed up the sweet potato fries tonight. ...you're such a trooper.
we watched television today. you cleaned the filter. i swept the pool. i played the drums. you played the guitar. and the drums. we played the piano. we cleaned your room. had dinner with your family. coffee with mark. you pulled over to buy me a drink. when the excedrin didn't go down smoothly. you bought orange pineapple juice. my favorite flavor.
you bought the cigarettes at the shell. where i said yesterday, it was cheaper.
you put your hand on my leg. your arm around my shoulder.
you said you love me unconditionally. you told me how much you care. and frederick, i knew. i know. i see it not just on those days where there's little stress and we touch each other constantly. i see it when you look at me when i ask, "should i go?" too early, just checking to make sure you didn't want to head to bed. i see it when you notice my words. when you get me the berry cream donut. and when you touch me subtly. comforting me like nothing else.
i love these days.
so much.
and i love you.
more than anything.
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