He cannot be this sick. It cannot be like this.
I truly cannot count the amount of drugs they pumped into him today. I cannot count the tears.
I don't have words for how it feels to leave him in that little bed, connected to tubes and monitors.
The only words I have are his, the ones he used to say when we had to be apart:
"There is no love like this. No love like this."
He is right.
I am not whole without him sleeping in my arms.