This is a tough one. Most of the things I hoped I'd never have to do I've already had to do. I won't give you that particular laundry list. If you know me at all, you know I've been through some shit.
I could take the cheesy way out and say that I hope I never have to say goodbye to Steve. Of course that's what I hope I never have to do! But that logical bitch that takes up so much of my brain says, "It is inexorably, inevitably and immovably coming your way." C'est la friggin' vie. *heavy sigh*
When I woke up today, and I mean, when I very first woke up today, I swiped the sleep goo from my eyes. Still snugged under blankets and squished into pillows, I stared through the slats of the blinds at the hint of dawn in the sky. My immediate thought (and I should be given coffee before I wake up if I'm going to wake up with thoughts as big as this) was, "Please don't let there come a day when I can't open my eyes and see."
I hope I never have to experience life without my eyesight. I hope I never have to find out what it feels like to not see the sun turn the mountains pink as it makes its way over the horizon. I hope I never have to miss out on the wonder of watching a single brilliantly gold leaf float on the current of the wind.
I hope I never have to merely imagine the look of love in Steve's eyes. Because that look? Oh boy. It spins my world. It's full of magic and wonder and love so deep that I just want to drown in it.
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