“Just open your eyes, love of my life.”
I rest my chin between her shoulder blade and the crook of her neck, and I listen to her breathe. I listen to the sound of life as she exhales. I listen to the slow, rhythmic sounds of the monitors, the faint sounds of the nurses talking out in the halls. I don’t really want to hear any of it. I just want to hear her voice. The voice of the one I love. She’s all that will ever matter.
Harlow gave me the courage to accept love in my heart, and she didn’t even know it. I won’t rest until she knows it, until she knows that I finally gave in.
To Be Continued…