#015: Anywhere Else But Here
It was around the same time too, the last time I met you. We met just a little before sundown. You talked about your plans of moving somewhere else when you get out of the hospital. To Paris or New York or Alaska.
You asked if I had plans to live in a different place as well, somewhere far. Somewhere not here. I said yes.
You said I should move out sooner. Within the month, if possible.
It was obvious you didn’t want me there to watch you inch away from life.
You wanted more days, and I wished for forever for you.