It was a strange time. Me feeling sick, her about to leave to Argentina. It’s the first time in many, too many, years that I told someone I loved them, and she told me she loves me too. It’s… hard to describe, too much, to explain what this means. It just feels so right. I do love her. It’s so beautiful passing time with her. She makes me so happy. And I see how I make her happy.

I have a cat now for a short while and for a moment I thought… perhaps I’m back where I was, happy, again.