One evening my beau turned to me and said

One evening my beau turned to me and said, “I’m afraid of waking up to find you dead. Please don’t die here.” In my surprise and awe, I had to let the silence between us swallow that unreal moment. I wanted it to erase his fear, his insight, and his unwanted intuition. Had he really sensed my depression? For months, my life had been a series of deaths, a category of landslides and I guess I was not hiding it well. The depression and despair increased with the seasons, and as the winter months thawed, it loomed into the bright abyss of a sweltering summer. It then thickened with the overlapping haze of a second winter. I knew I needed to