Noah is still in a coma. I go to the hospital every day and stay for the whole length of visiting hours. I want to be there if- no when- he wakes up.
I just sit there and hold his hand for ages, crying a little bit. I know Lee said that Noah will be fine but I'm still having a hard time believing that he will be.
Hooked up to all of these wires and being given oxygen to help him breathe just makes it seem like he just isn't alive. It's like he's not even a person anymore.
I miss the feeling of Noah's arms around me, saying it will be okay. I miss the feeling of his kisses. I miss hearing his voice, him telling me he loves me.
I know that Noah would want me to be doing something better with my time but even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to stop thinking about Noah. Noah and his beautiful hair, eyes and laugh. How his hair feels when I run my hand through it. How his eyes smile when he smiles. How he laughs whenever I call him Noah, because he hates that. I just love Noah so much.
