What a fucking realization this is.
It's a cruel one, actually.
As our trio's relationship grew stronger, so too did this horrific disease. Did the fucker feed on love? Not possible...right? (Though I'll take a leap and assume it's not been studied from this angle...)
There's no bow tied on this post. Just a brief observation that struck me hard and moved me to share.
We had a damn good life together - Jilly, Ro, and me. And now I consciously put it upon myself to ensure it is not overshadowed by the thing that made this trio a duo.
Short, but fucking sweet. That was our life together. Today I choose to focus on the sweetness.
J, J, & r