days have past since i've been able to hear his voice. hes completely unresponsive,no voice, no real touch, but if i let he'll die. he struggles to breath without my hands touch. i miss his beautiful, silver voice. the fear of loosing him is unbearable; he will live, he will, i Hope.
two more days have past and i remain by his side waiting for his chocolate eyes to open, and to hear his captivating words. i am still standing. i have been offered seating but i kindly refuse. i've been offered food but i lightly, hesitantly, refused. i cant sit or dine without his calming gaze. i am still listening for him to wake. i am still waiting, but these days are turning into weeks. how am i not dead? i don't know but Hope is okay, thats is all that matters. 

"God i love you Hope." i gently and softly stroked my thumb across his brow to his hair line.
"i love you to Blue." 
Still no responce from my love. i will wait forever for you, Hope.