I look into his eyes, and all I see is the boy I grew up loving. I can look behind the pallid skin and the sunken eyes that have lost their sparkle and see the boy who twirled me for hours on the dance floor at prom. The guy who carried me for miles uphill the night I sprained my ankle. The man who made sweet love to me all night long the first night we got the keys to his condo. And there are a whole host of other memories lying in the back of my mind as I look at him.
