During most nights, I stayed up and watched him sleep. I could hear his steady breaths and sometimes he would reach out and touch me while he slept. I stayed up because I only had a few days. I did not want to miss anything. His weary expressions. His breaths. His words. His eyes. The twitching of his fingers. His stray hair strands. I wanted to sear everything in my memory. I begged for this one from God and He was merciful for a few days. But only for a few days. I didn't know if I would be able to see him again or if he would ever like to see me. I didn't know if he will ever come back to me. So I gathered all the memories that I could, hoping that they would last a lifetime. I watched him sleep. I watched him eat, and sometimes he smiled. I watched him - knowing fully in my heart that I could do only that for the rest of my life.
The time we spend together, we never did make love - it was just me loving him.
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