Re: Suicide thoughts

A last hug, a last kiss, two big brown eyes disappearing behind closing elevator doors.

The inevitable ending of every Sunday, the next six days life will continue without her.
Last Sunday was cold and rainy, so we spend our time together indoors. Board games, hot chocolate milk and preparing dinner together to be cooked later in the oven.

Snuggled together on the couch we watched a movie, we don't talk to much these days, but communicate with eye contact and gentle touches.
At the same time i felt sorry for myself because i had to bring her to her mother a few hours later.
Suddenly i realized how lucky i am, suppose some of us would give a year of their life to be under my circumstances.

It wasn't always like this, the years before A. arrived in my life were depressing and seemed meaningless but after all it turned out life can be good.

Suicide is irreversible but life can get better.

Hugs from me and A.