If I die before you - Life is a story
You pull me close, 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 ebbs and flows against my cheek, lulling me to sleep. We are still alive. We are here and she is somewhere else now. An invisible wall separates us from each other. Maybe it's just a thin curtain. Suddenly the thought that she will never be able to feel one of my hugs again makes me incredibly sad. Your life is cut short in the middle of a sentence. Any blank pages in your book will remain blank. Neither she nor anyone else can finish her story.
A book about the courage to live and love - despite everything.
