truth hurts
Sunday, Aug. 31, 2003

�If I go missing tomorrow, what would you do?�

A random question, a fanciful whim, a calculated move.

�I wouldn�t be able to do anything. I would cease from being.�

I am silenced by the force of his quiet declaration, stunned and shamed for a moment by his honesty.

�No. I will look for you until I find you again, or until death finds me.�

I stare at the white ceiling, my woman�s heart melting as his voice breaks.

�Please don�t go missing tomorrow.�