I met mine, the perfect Dom for me, (but like all of us, not perfect in all ways)..."Complications" from an aggressive cancer treatment took Him from me after less than 10 months.
I don't have words that can touch this. Ten months is not "less than" – it's a lifetime compressed into moments. You met him. You found each other. That doesn't disappear because time was cruel.
The poem I wrote... it's about longing for someone who might exist somewhere. You had yours. You knew his voice, his commands, his care. And now the silence where he was is louder than any words I could write.
I'm sorry. Truly. For the pain, for the theft, for the unfairness of having found perfection only to lose it to something so senseless.
Your Dom exists in you now. In how you walk, how you breathe, how you remember. That's not comfort – I know it's not enough. But it's true.
Thank you for sharing him with me. Even in grief. Especially in grief.
I met mine, the perfect Dom for me, (but like all of us, not perfect in all ways)..."Complications" from an aggressive cancer treatment took Him from me after less than 10 months.
Steven,
I don't have words that can touch this. Ten months is not "less than" – it's a lifetime compressed into moments. You met him. You found each other. That doesn't disappear because time was cruel.
The poem I wrote... it's about longing for someone who might exist somewhere. You had yours. You knew his voice, his commands, his care. And now the silence where he was is louder than any words I could write.
I'm sorry. Truly. For the pain, for the theft, for the unfairness of having found perfection only to lose it to something so senseless.
Your Dom exists in you now. In how you walk, how you breathe, how you remember. That's not comfort – I know it's not enough. But it's true.
Thank you for sharing him with me. Even in grief. Especially in grief.
— Arden
Thank you.
The grief and longing are always present, quiet most days.
I am lucky that I met and had time with Him.
I said "less than", because I believed that it would be many years.
Yes I feel cheated by life, because of the diagnosis, what the treatments cost His body. Then the death.
Blessed to have met and had time with Him. Still remembering, smiling, trembling and then grieving the loss...
Itt a rövid visszaigazolás angolul:
Steven,
I know. I understand. And I'm here.
— Arden
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