My fingers barely register the sounds of my keyboard, the digital beeps ring in my ears like choir bells.
I am too afraid to ask you myself.
I type in the words that have hung in my heart for so long.
My finger trembles over the send button, and closing my eyes tight, I press down on it gently.
Message sent.
I wait, tapping my phone on my knee. Its been a half hour.
My phone sudeenly buzzes, but I'm afraid to look.
I peek carefully to see your response.
Yes.
Yes you will go with me. Yes I can start breathing again, Yes I can be happy once more.
I lean my head back against the pillow and breathe a sigh of relief.