Love

Gomerville is full of love.

I went on a home assessment with an occupational therapist and a patient. The house was filled with little items, mostly left untouched judging from the layer of dust. Belongings of Mr MO.

Mrs MO gazed at a picture hanging on the wall, clearly occupied with her own thoughts. She said, to no one in particular, "That's my husband and I. Taken years ago. We were at a friend's place in..." In it was a picture of a man and woman in their 40s holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes.

Her gaze swept through the largely unused living room and came to linger upon a doll. "This is a doll of Eliza Doolittle from My Fair Lady. We bought it because we went to watch the show on our first date."

Mr MO passed away a year ago and it's clear that Mrs MO misses him dearly. Every item in the house is imprinted with memories of him, happy memories that make it all the more painful now that he's no longer around. These memories bind her to their home.

*Sigh* This is the reason why i want to die before my lifelong partner does. So that i don't have to live out the remainder of my life pining for him.