I got 2 days and 1 night of perfection. It’s more than most people get.
It was to aid a friend and I feel a bit guilty about how it made me feel. Taking care of her. Making sure she followed her tasks. Hearing that in that moment what she felt was joy. It was utter perfection.
But what was so transcendent for me, was, perhaps, too close to a reminder of what she’d lost. Two days and a night. I was the happiest most fulfilled version of myself. I made plans. Crazy plans. Plans to uproot my whole life.
But by Monday it was over. She went back to her healing, her pain. And I was reminded of mine.
2 days and 1 night. It’s more than most people get. And its marked me forever