Hello. Goodbye.

I wish I could spend a moment in your arms in total peace and happiness. Your arms are the most peaceful and happiest place I've ever been...but every moment is tainted by the voice in the back of my mind. The voice that wonders if this will be our last moment together. The voice that wonders about all the things that could take the happiness away...death, a choice to leave, to stop loving...and even if I could make myself stop obsessing about all of those horrible possibilities, I'd still be left with the voice that whispers "Only 2 more days...just one more night...only 3 more hours..." How can I ever fully enjoy the hello when all I can think about is the too soon goodbye?