EMOTIONS

HAZEL

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I sip on a mug of hot tea. The aroma fills my nose while Ramon's soft snores fill my ears. The house is quiet, and since Ramon has fallen asleep I've been stuck alone; thinking.

I bring the mug to my lips and then back into my lap. My mind is on a constant replay of everything that has happened to me in the past year. To us. This year seems to be a huge disappointment. Not only were we told that we won't be able to have a baby; that Ramon has been waiting so long for, but the only family we have is dead within a blink of an eye.

Without a doubt, I am happy with Ramon. Up until now, I've never hated life. Since this year has began, I don't think that I've stayed genuinely happy in quite a while- and I know that Ramon knows that. I also know that deep down, he is just as unhappy. I just hope that what ever it is, is something we can work through. I love him too much and I'm terrified to even think about him letting me go.

I run my fingers through my