Say What?

It's 4:14am on a Saturday in July and I'm awake.
I'm alone.
The house is empty with the exception of my animals.
It's odd.
I haven't been alone for the past 96 hours.
And...well.
I kinda wish he was here beside me.

I feel weird after reading your blog.
I cried while reading your blog.
I know more now.
Like never before.
And while inspiring,
It's depressing.
But I wanted to know.
I needed to know.
Thank you.

Will this be what it's like if he ever leaves me?
Alone?
No sound but the fan spinning and the clacking of my fingers depressing the keys on my laptop.
Sitting here staring at a screen.
Living with what can so easily be taken away.
And that's why I write.