"Tom and I had been living together for almost sixteen years when I realized one morning that he was sick. It was the sort of thing that sneaks up on you, I guess... we had both been working hard, hardly seeing one another. We never sat down to dinner together, fell into bed exhausted every night. Sometimes you find yourself looking someone up and down and asking yourself how long it's been since you really saw them, you know? This was one of those times. I just looked up from the paper and he was standing by the coffee-maker looking... confused, somehow. As if he couldn't remember what to do with the cup in his hand. And his face... God, his face was just... so gray...
I found myself thinking... 'Dear God, he's got AIDS. We're supposed to be married, but somehow he's got AIDS and now we're both gonna die.'
And now... now I only wish that I had been right."
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