Your fingers curl around the leather skin of the steering wheel. You watch the road with an intent gaze and just allow the sun kiss the left side of your face. I know I should tell you about the way your eyebrows are slanting downwards, but I do not want to mess up the moment I want to remember.
Along with the gentle passing of each day is my ability to remember vividly. My mind can only handle less than it used to and I want to make pictures out of it while I still can. I turn my face towards you and my breaths become rugged. When you look at me with concern, I smile because I know you need it and I want you to know I will stay.
You snatch my hand and our little fingers snuggle with each other as if reviving the lost oxygen I had lost. I want to tell you to stop the car and make us watch my last sunset together, but I fear my craving to stay alive will just intensify. So, I let you drive while I watch because only these little moments can still keep my awake.
Tomorrow, if I still have another day, I will ask you to sleep with me under the lights of the thousand stars with your head upon my chest or kiss your relentlessly in my moon-illuminated bedroom. Anything, as long as it will go my way so I can bring with me before I leave the ways I have said goodbye to you.
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