Of course I’m not sure how long I will live, but I’m pretty sure about one thing, I spent at least half my life searching for love, the one I was looking for, and when I found him, at last, it was really as if we both couldn’t believe our luck. We talked about it many times, how lucky we are, you could take away all we had but not our love, it was the strongest thing we had, me and my Davie boy.
We were free as the birds, poor of course, but there was plenty of time for making coffee at sunrise on the beach, weekend trips away in kombi and lying in the winter sun on the headland. I’m pretty sure ours was the type of love that people would look at and wish they could find, or at least that’s how I felt when I was still looking and saw someone that has found you know the right piece of the puzzle, the lid that fits the pot.
Of course, our love is still there, it’s the reason why we are all still here, it’s the reason why Roki is getting better, it’s what gets us up in the morning on Groundhog Day, it’s what I say when people say I don’t know how you do it.
The funny thing about love is that yes we all need it, but now I know that it needs us too. Like everything else in my life now, I have to look at it and watch how it’s being neglected like the strawberry plants dying on the porch or the swingy bench lying broken in the back yard where we used to love to sit. There is no time for you love, I cry for you and hope that you can stay around while we push you aside to fix our beautiful blue eyed boy.
I guess we can say how lucky we are to have love, still I cry for you a little every day.