Dear MindReader
I have been thinking about it for a while.
I am not well enough. But I owe it to you.
You, who have come around four, five times a week of late, getting up at 6am to drive back across the country to work. You, who watch the stars with me as the rain comes down and mists our faces. And you, who have cupped my face in your hands and whispered that you would be ill instead of me if you could.
So, I shall see you this Saturday at the church service of your sister’s wedding. Not because I can, as I had hoped by this time, but because it is time I did something for you.
Billygean
You’re both keepers, that much is obvious.
good choice x
I’ll send good thoughts your way this weekend. The body will find a way to get through, because somehow it will sense that this matters.
Good luck, even though you are still ill at least you can look forward to dressing up for the first time in a while. Hope you both enjoy yourselves.
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