He Asked Me to Stop Talking About My Cancer

back at me.

“You’re really serious.”

“Yes.”

He stood there another second. Maybe waiting for me to break. Maybe waiting for somebody to save him from the fact that this was happening in daylight where other people could see.

Nobody did.

He went back inside, came out ten minutes later with two duffel bags and the framed photo from our first vacation in Maine.continue reading …