He’s 27 and I’m 29, which is still much to young to be told that you’re most likely dieing. It’s a football team built up of accountains and lawyers and such 😀
Anyway.. the situation has changed. We had a talk today and he basically said that he love me, but the idea that it can’t end well makes him depressed. He also says that he doesn’t want to lose me. We’ve agreed to still be friends. We even agreed that we’re still doing our movie-night this weekend, the way we had originally planned. Maybe it would make more sense for me to walk away, but I can’t. I love him with all my heart. I’m clinging on to hope that this is the trauma of his illness talking and that he’ll change his mind. If he doesn’t…I don’t know. I guess I’ll have to cross that bridge when/if I get to it.
He still hasn’t told any of his family or friends about what’s happening to him. I don’t really think he’s planning to say anything until he absolutely can’t hide it anymore. I know that whatever pain I’m feeling now must be completely dwarfed by what he’s going through, and the idea that if I leave, he’ll be dealing with that all by himself, scares the hell out of me. I just wish I knew if I was doing the right thing.
