This Is Our Ungodly Hour

...And then you suddenly realize you're chasing after the person who least wants to be by your side.

I steal clothes from my mother's dresser.
I wear her maternity dresses, her ponchos, coats and bags.
She buys me soft, stuffed animal toys and on the gift tag she writes messages like "I'll love you forever!" or "I promise you we will pull through this." and leaves it in secret corners of my room.
She cries with me even though she has no clue as to why.
She ties bracelets on my wrist and anklets on my ankle when I'm asleep.
We buy each other flowers every month.
She gets scared and cries when I have a seizure.
She doesn't know that I love her more the world.