Back in 2012, I was visiting David in Bath on a nice summer's day. We met up quite a large number of times during the summer of that year and always did very nice things like having pizzas, or buying finger puppets, or looking around in bookshops and so on. Generally it was just the kind of stuff that he and I both enjoy a lot. I distinctly thinking on one of the days that it was very nice to be able to do things like that with somebody and that, as we both lived in close proximity to one another and both liked each other very much (and still do) there was no reason that we'd ever stop being able to these nice days. As of today, it's been well over a year since we've been able to do anything like that and I only really get to see David for brief meet ups once every month or two.
The thing is, that even back in 2012 David was suffering from the early stages of CFS / M.E. and since then it worsened to the extent that he doesn't get to do very much any more. This is an illness which saps you of your energy, causes terrible migraines, aches all over, nausea and prevents sleep from properly refreshing you. As somebody who doesn't personally suffer from that illness, I am probably making it sound less bad than it is. I also hate to take something that I am lucky enough not to have and make it about me: yes, it may be sad for me not being able to see David, but it is much worse for him having to actually suffer through all of that and not get to see anybody. But, thankfully, he takes small steps towards recovery and hopefully it won't be too long before he (and, indeed, everybody else who suffers from this illness) is able to do the things he wants to do again.