As soon as he finished getting dressed, we left the house and arrived at the theater where the show was playing. The seats were full of excited people waiting for the show to start. We sat down together, Josh wrapping his arm around my shoulders as I snuggled close to him and enjoyed the view of the stage. A few weeks ago Josh used to love this kind of stuff; he used to sing in choir and was known to be quite good. But now it felt wrong to me, since he no longer remembered being such a great singer.
Josh leaned his head against mine softly as we watched the play intently, completely oblivious to how the audience reacted as they saw him.
The next day, Josh came home early. He had taken a sick day and I was glad to finally have him back home. He told me he felt bad that I had to stay coope
