We Cuddled, I Cried During Michelle’s two and a half year cancer battle I was a complete and total mess. Although in all honesty, I don’t think that Love ever went away. As I sat and cried like an unhinged baby, SHE would try to comfort ME. That I had to be there for my step-daughter, (her daughter.) And that she would bring me someone special when the time was right. I fell in love with her at 17, and then again when we found our way back to each other at 26.
We never had to wait in line even at exclusive clubs and bars and he always made it seem like bottle service in life was standard……after we stopped seeing each other I realized it is more definitely not.” “He bought all my college textbooks and all I had to do was try anal a few times and make it look like I was interested in his financial work. I will never forget that.” “I think it never really came up until I mentioned that I was going to be behind on my cellphone bill. The truth is, Michelle was the only woman I ever loved. An hour before hospice told us that we only had one hour left with her body, I asked everyone to leave the room. Although in fairness, we made for an incredible team. We Cuddled, I Cried To put yourself out there again after the loss of the love of your life is scary. A feeling that comes with the hope that happiness may be just around the corner. Touching someone else made me miss Michelle so much more. Does this mean that at the age of thirty-two I am going to give up? Whose own journey has been so difficult that she completely understood and passed not a second’s worth of judgment. A feeling that comes with the loneliness being a little less intense.