It was a plain Friday night. We decided to go out. We planned to meet in a bookstore at a mall. I was earlier than the time, as usual.
Wearing my stripe blue and black shirt and jeans. I had my hair with wax, she said I look good with my hair waxed. Maybe she was right, my mom thinks so too.
I was in the bookstore at the self-learn isle. I picked out an interesting book off the shelf then started to scan the pages and read it. "101 ways to spoil your Wife" was the book's title. Although we were not married, it seems as if we actually were. I mean, for the five years in the relationship, I say we have been through sometime. I was smiling while reading it. It was very educational and it gave me a lot of ideas to show my love for her. It made me look back on the time when we first met.
It was in college. I was a geek, she was the campus crush. We were from different departments, me from the College of Commerce and her form the College of Pharmacy. Two very different worlds, destined to complete each others lives. I didn't know how Cupid found a way for both of us to meet. But one thing is sure, I knew I loved her.
Turning one page after the other, I forgot about the time. It was pass fifteen minutes from our date, still no sign of her. I checked my phone but no text message reached me. I didn't mind it because she was always late.
It made me recall the date we had where she was two hours late. She said she was stuck in traffic. So there i was, stuck in a table for two in a restaurant. But when she came in through the doors, my heart stopped and she blew me away. Her presence holds me still and her smile, that particular smile of hers blew me off my feet. she was everything to me. And I don't care if I would be waiting for one hundred years as long as it's her I'm waiting for.
Then my phone rang.
I picked it out from my pocket to answer it.
It was her.
But her voice was breaking. It got me worried why she sounded like that.She was crying and breaking down.
The more I got worried.
She said she had to commute because her car was broken. I offered to pick her up but she declined. She says it's alright for her to commute. I didn't push it. She took the subway from work to the mall.
Then I knew what was wrong.
She said she avoids the subway because she is scared of the dark. She had a traumatic experience before.
I asked her to calm down and breathe slowly. She began to relax. She said that she is closing her eyes now. And that all is noisy. The train stopped and the lights went blinking on and off. then she again began to breakdown. I told her to relax and convinced her to think of happy thoughts. I told her that I loved her and nothing will happen to her. And that there is no reason to get scared because I'm here. That I will never let anything bad happen to her.
"I will be there.."
Then she calmed down. We spoke on the phone until the trip was over. I went out of the mall running to my car to pick her up from the station. I ran pass the restaurant where we had our first date. First formal date, that is.
I remembered that I saved my weekly allowance for that date. And she was as beautiful as the roses that i gave her that night. Wearing a blue dress and the smile that she flashes like diamonds. Blue roses, these were her favorite flowers. And I gave her a dozen blue roses. She was so happy that night. And during that night, we had our first kiss.
I smiled as I ran. I didn't know it but I was excited to pick her up from the station.
I ran across the road...
I heard her sob before but today was different, it was a hear breaking sob. She held my hand and never let go of it. Her hands were warm and soft. She held it as if I don't have t go somewhere but beside her. It made my heart beat faster as the sobbing continues.
It was during our second year anniversary when she gave me the longest and the sweetest gift. She promised that she will hold my hand for the whole time that we would be together. And yes, she did it. she held it for the whole time. It was her gift. And when i think about i, it makes me smile. She said that she had fun holding my hand for the whole day. And that she will never let go.
She would never let go.
Today was something like that day. Only it lasted for about three days. I was in the hospital for two months. In a coma for five days and in bed for seven weeks. She wasn't beside me when the doctor broke the news.
I had an accident. I was hit by a car and crashed on the concrete pavement. It was complicated to understand with the technical medical language. But the doctor made a strong conclusion. I may never be able to see again. I was silent after that. I didn't know how to respond.
I was nothing.
Then I smiled. It was ironic for me to be in the place where my love dreads, the dark. I wasn't scared. But I was devastated. I could never see the smile that she has, the blue dress that embraces her physique and the happiness painted on her face while holding my hand. It made me cry. It made me sob. It crushed me. I was blind.
...
It's been four years in the dark for me. But I'm not missing anything. I wasn't alone. She did not let go. She was there. and I was there for her. And we already tied up the knot. We would be a family in six weeks. And we are happy.
I can see that she is happy. A kiss sealed this with sense. Her eyes were still sparkling as she came to me everyday. She has on her face the smile that always take my breath away. The same smile that i look forward every time I say "I love you".
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