Remember that fable our mothers would read us just before we went to bed? How no one would believe Chicken Little when he said the sky was falling -- and then it did, the sky really did fall, and no one knew what to do.
These last two months have been awful. There's been too much of hospitals and cemeteries. I never thought it would be this hard, falling in love and being there for you. But I can't get you out of my head and I need to be there, if just to assure myself that you're alive.