I wish I had his touch that could take all his cares and fears away and let him know that everything was going to be ok. I don't. I can only hug him and hold him. Help him with the little daily things. This man who brings me laughter and joy, his gemini twin who wants and tries to save the world, but the dry cleaners lost his cape. He is in a quiet time/mode today. I am surrounding him in white light like the rush of Niagra Falls. Maybe the noise will define the manic ex and quiet the roommate. His eyes twinkle when he is happy. I hope I get to see that again.