We worked out that I have until the end of June.

I woke up this morning a bit comforted. His
presence is still all over this apartment I can hear the soft sounds he would make, the little things he would murmer in the quiet of the morning, "How about a cup of coffee?"

His family kept saying how much I did for him . . . how I took care of him . . . No one knows how much I was in love with him . . . how much we were still in love. Only he and I knew all of that.