I want the rest of me to be the rest of you
~ "Half Life"
It's hard to see you get sicker and sicker, Rog, as I always knew it would be. There's nothing worse than watching a loved one fade, and that's exactly what AIDS does to a person: makes them fade away. I look back on footage I shot just a few months ago, and you're already so different. You're half of what you used to be, thin and pale, but you're still smiling just for me.
As you die, part of me dies with you. With every pound you shed, every hack that wracks your body, every bruise that just won't fade, a little more of me goes.
I wish that I could give you my body, my self, my very being. I wish that I could offer up what is left of me, flawed though it is, hand it to you on a silver platter, and have that be enough to make you well. I would gladly give all of me for just half of you. All I have to offer is myself, but all I have isn't enough.