It’s been 10 days in a row now. I shouldn’t be coming here. It’s not right. I suppose it’s not as if this is the first time I’ve visited him, I’ve been with him ever since he was child after all. That just makes the situation worse, doesn’t it?

Yet there’s something about him I find so fascinating, his dreams are vivid and his thoughts intelligent, his heart smells kind but there’s a weight on it that he can’t seem to lift, his spirit radiates the light of a good man… all the more reason I shouldn’t be here. His bed is always empty yet his arm is stretched out as if he’s reaching for someone he can’t grasp. I’ve considered trying to be that someone but I know it’d only cut our time shorter.