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My name is Travis Malloy. I'm 29 years old and married to a truly wonderful woman named Rita. We met in college as freshmen and it was love at first sight, at least it was for me. Rita would probably tell you that it took a while for her, but she was in love with me almost immediately. She just doesn't want anyone to know that her head could be turned so easily. It seems like yesterday when we met. It was at the welcome mixer when I first saw her. She was standing with two other girls who many would say were way hotter than Rita. I never believed that for one minute. Rita had a quality about her that drew me to her like a moth to the flame. I went up and introduced myself and she told me her name. Once I heard her speak I was at a complete loss for words. I must have looked quite the fool that first night. Once I regained my voice we just sat there talking to each other. I knew right then that I never wanted to leave her side. I say that Rita would probably tell you that, but the fact is she can't talk for long periods these days. Rita is suffering from a malignant brain tumor. The doctors told us that it was inoperable almost as soon as she was diagnosed bursa escort 13 months ago. They estimated that she had about one to two years, and that was with some pretty brutal treatment. Without the treatment they said she would only have 3 to 6 months. Our first date was the following weekend. I took her to a nice, but cheap, Italian restaurant just off campus. I cheated, though, as I asked her roommate what her favorite food was. Rita was so happy that I was taking her to this place. To this day she still doesn't know how I figured out what she liked. Of course, she knew all along, but wanted to make me feel good. She did that a lot, and not just for me. At the end of the evening I kissed her goodnight and made sure she got inside her dormitory. That might have impressed her, that I wasn't in a hurry to get intimate with her, but in typical Rita fashion, she never let on. It was one of many things which made me fall in love with her. I used to joke with her about that old Beatles tune, Lovely Rita. I would sing her the last verse. She would give me a wink and make me think of her. It all started with blurred vision, dizziness bursa escort bayan and near constant headaches. Through all of the testing she never lost her positive attitude, even when the diagnosis came back with the worst news possible. We got a second opinion, of course, but the specialists only confirmed what her primary care physician told us. The treatment options weren't pretty, involving surgery, radiation therapy and chemotherapy. Through all of the nausea, the loss of hair, the drastic weight loss and weakness she kept up her spirits. I think it was sometime during our sophomore year that I finally got enough nerve to make love to Rita. Oh, sure, we had done some heavy making out and did some oral, but we never went all the way until that special night. Her roommate had gone home for the weekend and she asked me to stay with her. She had it all figured out, of course. She had me wrapped around her pinky finger and I knew it. There was nothing she could suggest that I wouldn't try. Making love with Rita was as natural as slipping on your favorite pair of slippers. She had a wonderful body, with breasts that were just escort bursa about perfect. She always complained that her ass was too big, but to me it had just the right combination of curves and softness. When I entered her, it was all about love, nothing else. Ever since she was admitted to this hospital I spend every moment I can with her, just talking to her, holding her hand and trying to make her comfortable. When she speaks to me, her love comes shining through in everything she says. She*talks about everything, when she has the strength. I listen to her and laugh with her, but each night the tears come when I*leave her room. We dated all through school, finding time to make love whenever we could.*At the start of our senior year I proposed to her, on bended knee and all that. She accepted, but she wanted to wait until after we graduated. It seems she wanted to be a June bride, so we*waited. She was such a beautiful bride. She got a job as an elementary school teacher that first fall and she was so happy. I graduated with an engineering degree and I*got a job in the same*town, so we bought a house there. Her condition has deteriorated considerably in the last few weeks. Both Rita and the doctors are trying to prepare me for what will happen, but I really don't want to know. All I know is that my friend, my lover, my wife is slipping away from me and I don't know if I will have the strength to be brave for her.