Day By Day, Life Goes On

It was morning.

The first morning after the best day of my life.

First morning in six years that I wanted to get up.

First morning that someone was beside me.

I was glad I kept our apartment.

For that was what it would always be.

Our place. Our home.

He was staring at me from his pillow.

“I love you Frankie.”

There was only silence in reply.

“Frankie?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t you love me?”

“I can’t say that yet.

Let me get there on my own.”

I knew not to push him.

“Ok. I will.

But I do love you.”