Scary Sick

Today, I’ve been thinking about the first tough moment of our early relationship. Maybe tough isn’t the right word, perhaps real is the right word. Somewhere in between those two.

It was a cold winter day with a huge winter storm coming on and you were sick. I had two choices: I could be without you and know that you had to take care of yourself or I could drive the 2+ hours it would take me to get to you in a winter storm and kidnap you for the next several days. There wasn’t really a choice when it came right down to it. So I ventured off and let me tell you, I’ve never been so scared driving in my whole life. Even on the highways, I could barely see the road or the lanes and could only go 15 to 20 mph. When I got to the country roads, forget about it, it was dumb luck that I managed to stay on the road. I remember the drive back from your place was even more treacherous, but I didn’t mind because you were with me. I got to spend the next several days with you, taking care of you, getting sick myself for it, but being completely and totally in love. That was the time where I knew what we had was real, solid, reciprocal. That’s why, even though I hate it when you’re sick, I love to take care of you. It reminds me of that time.

I promise to always let my heart drive home to you. Even if it’s scary and’I can’t see the road.