The worst part..

The worst part about knowing that someone is sick, is watching them slowly wither away like the petals of a flower, and knowing what ending is near. It gets to the point where he can barely walk. He needs help or just sits until he regains enough energy. He's lost so much weight too, from an XL to what looks to be a medium. In such a short amount of time, I know what it means. I did the same thing for almost a month. I know it's hard on him, but one day it's going to be even harder on me. For now I try to enjoy the time I have, but it's hard to pretend like nothing is wrong. The clock is ticking at an unusual speed and I stress not knowing how to slow it down. I pray I can. I know it's selfish but I can't lose another person I love.