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We lived about forty ether, he wanted tothat it would let us see each other soin LA really was a bitch

I put hi how is

He respected that, of course It was a talent of his, to know just how much to push, and when to back off completely

I didn’t have the heart to tell hile day

I knew I should have felt bad about that I felt bad about not feeling bad The man adored me

The first time we made love, I locked myself in the bathroom afterward and sobbed like a baby for three hours, the first time I’d cried in years I tried not to dwell on the why of it

He was even understanding about that He let me have my space and cry it out on my own

Tristan would have broken down the door, my traitorous mind told me He would have made it better

Tristan was too self-involved to ever see your pain, my sensible side told otten h It was hard to pretend I was okay when the very idea of hang sx with ain I hadn’t told hih some trau however long it took for me to be ready

He really was the nicest man I tried to show him how ant dinners He considered hiifts, because he was a thoughtful man

I always had my eye out for new music he’d like He was a bit of a hipster, always looking for so I could withthat didn’t involve sleeping with hiain and tried not to focus on the fact that my boyfriend was far more a friend to me than he’d ever be a lover

It was in the early fall that Bev went in for a routine exam, and her doctor discovered a hard knot in the side of her left breast

After a short series of tests, she was diagnosed with nant breast carcinoo a double gressively After a short respite where she recovered fro rounds of chemotherapy, to be followed by five weeks of radiation

I le treatment I drove, fleorked in the airport, and in the clinic lobby Whatever it took, I was by her side, keeping her co, but Bev showed ht for her very life

She clutched my hand with her weakened one, her bald head coht as it’d ever been