No need to divulge all the details, let's just say it's not the kind of sick anyone would choose. Tyler was there for me, making me feel loved the whole while. He purchased me medicine that I didn't think to buy for myself. He fed me delicious Buffalo wings and blue cheese dressing he had made the night before. (The ONLY leftovers I do not mind eating one bit!) Then I wrapped myself up in his blue comforter, burrito style and he played a video game a few feet away while we watched Rocky II. Eventually, he joined me on the couch and I fought sleep so I could be present around him a little longer.
Perhaps some of you won't understand why this would make me so happy, but it did. Perfect, homey intimacy, the kind I want the rest of my life. The kind I've wanted my whole life. Whether or not I should admit this is neither here nor there. When I was younger, I would lie the couch by myself and pretend there was a man just out of my line of vision who would join me in a minute. That delusion comforted me. Now, with Tyler, I don't have to pretend anything anymore. He will join me on the couch in a few minutes.
I am grateful to have such a wonderful, handsome, loving man care for me. All of me--my heart, my mind, my soul, and my body. I love him and I will never stop being grateful.
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