We Almost Broke Up...

What would I do if the inevitable comes? I don’t know. I’m just hoping that we’d stay together for as long as we could. Perhaps until we’re both still breathing.

There’s something scary about a future without SB. This doesn’t mean that I’m sticking to this relationship just for comfort. It’s something else; something I can’t quite put a finger on. It’s like a physical pain in the stomach that goes on an upward motion, striking the heart where it hurts most. Then, just when I think the pain is over and done with, I find it difficult to breathe. It’s as if SB has a remote control; as if he manipulates my vital organs. I’d die if he hits the wrong button.

Hahaha… The analogy sucks. But the thing is this: I can’t imagine a life without SB.

And if truth be told, I don’t want to.

Gawd, I need a pack of tissue….