An Unrequited Love LetterI have been thinking of you today, my love. It was an icy morning and as I lay in my bed I thought of you in yours. I could picture it so clearly. You were pale and even smaller than when I saw you last. There was not a wrinkle on your skin. I think your sleep is taking away the years we gained together and returning you to your childhood. Your hair was longer. Someone had plaited it and it hung like Rapunzel's over the rim of the bed, awaiting some tiny chivalrous knight to shimmy up it. I wondered who had plaited that bronze mass and envied their fingers.An Unrequited Love Letter by Halohid
The nurses think you are beautiful. They have told me so with great warmth in their voices. "She is beautiful, your wife. Those lips, that hair, those slender fingers." In many ways it is easier to speak to them than to friends. Friends are frightened by the busy, space-aged machinery you are lost in.