From there I remember him kissing along the waist line of my jeans & then it all began..
I felt a shoot pain in my chest & ribs. I'd been having the pain for days,but it began to spread. I hadn't told him & I didn't want to, I didn't want to worry him, but the pain was unbearable. I told him to stop, I was in pain, my body was hurting & it was spreading. He freaked out wandering if he had done something wrong, then I told him the truth. He was scared, he knew my past..he knew my mother died of cancer.. He knew that certain disorders & diseases I have increased my risk. I told him how the pain felt & where is was. These were the symptoms of cancer. He was terrified as he placed a gently hand on my chest & asked if it hurt. I shook my head. I lifted his chin to look into my eyes, "you didn't do anything. It hurts on its own terms. It hurts if I become physically active..understand?" He nodded his head soft & sadly. As I pulled him into a hug he pulled away & began to cry, "I can't hurt you !" I held him despite his refusal & simply said.."you won't.."
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In Sickness & health
RomanceAnother story about love & sickness..yeah, maybe. But maybe it's more. Maybe its commitment & pain. Pain of a lover who watched the one they'd give their life for slowly fade & without a single answer. Maybe it's about a great love than was ever kno...
