May fourth
When I told you about my appointment with the specialist
Your smile faltered
But you told me it was going to be okay
You hugged me and told me not to worry
I felt safe in your arms
I felt as though I was invincible
I floated into the appointment feeling confident
I shouldn't have.
You were wrong.
What was I supposed to do?
How was I going to tell you?
I wasn't going to.
I didn't.
I wanted everything to stay the same.
I didn't want to be treated differently.
T.J.