A month ago, I got my first cramp.
A few days later, I would realize that cramp wasn't just a cramp.
It was the end of a dream, a stab to the heart. It was over before it even began.
I don't remember how bad the pains felt exactly, but I do remember being in a fog because of them. And of course, there are several nearly empty bottles of pain pills with my name on the label in various places around the house, the kitchen cabinet, the bathroom, my office. Suttle reminders of what I was going through a month ago.
I can still see the blood, as if it was right in front of me. I've never seen so much blood.
The box holding the necklace NYEBoy bought me sits on my desk. His birthday is in two weeks. Oh, how awesome of a present would that have been?
I've been missing him/her for a month. I wish they could have stuck around longer.
I wonder if they miss me as much as I miss them?
I'd give anything to have them back.