I walked up to the frail man that I had known my whole life, then and now.
His face turned towards me in despair, and I could see why. There were endless scar lines that have formed across his left eye, connecting down to his ear. I gasped at that scar on such a beautiful man. Gagged and speechless, I tried to hide my anguishing fear. I reached out my hand towards his face, closed my eyes and traced my fingers along those thin, lifeless lines.
Beneath my fingertips, I could feel his pain and agony overwhelming me. I was so close to tears. Then, he cupped his firm hands around my face. His presence was overwhelming. Endless thoughts flooding me with so many doubts as adrenaline rushed through my blood at his touch. I had lost him once, and I am determined not to lose him again. This time, I would be through the worse and the better with him.
He seems so strong then and so frail now. How could a man who was so strong become such a lifeless creature? Was it because of the accident or was it because of me leaving him that September night? I wouldn’t know but I could just be by his side as I promised not to leave him anymore. I love him, never once did I stop thinking about him, when I was a thousand miles away from him. I regretted leaving him, I regretted it all.
I opened my eyes, and his deep blue eyes stared back at me. I was reassured that he was everything that I wanted and so much more. His smile was like the ray of the sun; warm and familiar. His voice echoed my doubts away. There were millions of words and feelings to describe him and how I feel, yet all I wanted was him by my side. Forever and always.
This frail man was so strong deep within, he was the one I love and the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. No matter how frail and lifeless he is, he will always be the one.
