It’s okay that it’s over.
She pauses. It is painful to continue. He takes her hand gently, timidly, as though he would rather leave it resting by her side. But the warmth of this small connection, this thing that has not yet been stolen gives her courage.
It has been difficult to love you this way.
She is embarrassed when the tears slip freely over her face. She wishes she could be stronger.
It doesn’t seem fair to love so passionately, but be so confined…I wish there were more ways that I was able to tell you what you mean to me.
His silence is agonizing, but it hurts even worse when he breaks it.
Please, she begs, please let me love you in my limited way.
He slowly lets her hand go and stands to leave.
But before he reaches the door, he looks back to her propped up in the hospital bed and scans her searching eyes – so desperately alive, they seem nearly to scream.