If I die before you - Life is a story
You pull me to you, your fingertips paint a silent poem on my arms, my neck, my back. A poem about tenderness, about love, about belonging. About comfort. My heartbeat calms down. Your breath becomes the ebb and flow on my cheek, lulling me to sleep. We are still alive. We are here and she is somewhere else now. An invisible wall separates us. Maybe it is just a thin curtain. Suddenly the thought makes me infinitely sad that she will never be able to feel one of my hugs again. Her life is cut short in the middle of a sentence. All the empty pages in her book will remain empty. Neither she nor anyone else can finish her story.
A book about the courage to live and love - despite everything.
