Noun. The ability to do something that frightens one, without fear; strength in the face of difficulty, danger, pain or grief.
There will come a time when knowing me is no longer an option. With cause, but not necessarily warning. You will no longer know if I made my eggs over easy or scrambled. If I ate anything at all. If I drank enough water. Stayed hydrated. If there was any sustenance in my day. If I slept restless or restful. If I had dreams of you. If I cried today. If it was about you.
If I kissed another man. Let him touch my skin, myself, my soul.
You will no longer hear the sound of my laugh. See if I wore my hair straight or curly. Know if I drank one glass of wine, four bottles, or nothing at all.
There will come a time when you will not get to hear the urgency of me telling you I love you, over and over again. That I am in love with you. There will come a time when the opportunity to say “I love you” in return will cease to exist - words that never fell with ease from your lips, voice over phone, face to face, nor in written word. There will come a time where you don't bear witness to the curtain of sadness falling across my face, my realization of this temporary.
There will come a time when the secret of me is no longer yours to keep.
There will come a time where the privilege of me will be revoked.