• Standing infront of the mirror, I comb my hair – it’s a big mess, I sigh. He hold me from behind and move slowly to hugging me so tightly.

   

  “No matter what you see in the mirror, you will always look like an angel to me.” He whisper to my ears.

   

  Love – this is what I feel being close to him like a promise and certainty that this relationship will last more than forever. How he breathes – soft and patience – yes he is, being patience with everything that has turned this relationship upside down and still is. God, to you I pray, bless our relationship as you’ve lead us to a path where we met and fallen in love, to you we pray.

   

  Looking more to the mirror, his eyes – look how they shine, look how it says a lot even when his mouth is shut close. So deep, so power – it can make you feel the love inside, it’s so clear dear god. I am no angel, thus, look at him – smiling, breathing and those eyes just catch your breath away – I’m a sinner, liar, destroyer and yet he is here closer, an angel he is and that is the truth.

   

  Going down the stair, out the door and into my car, I scroll the window down. Just for a few moments and I be gone to place where suffer, pain awaits me, a place where he’s not there.

   

  “I have to go,”

   

  “Do you have to, you know you can –“

   

  “Stay? You know how much I want to.”

   

  “I do and I understand.”

   

  “This heart beats only for this heart –“ hold his chest, rubbing it with my palm hand, “even if my heart or your heart one day will never beat anymore, I will still be the one who love you and never let you go.”

   

  “And here, I will always wait.”

   

  So he kiss me, rubbing his hands on my cheeks, god if only one knows how to describe the feeling of how love can make just any pain go away easily.

   

  “Don’t forget your medicine, you look more pale every day I see you.”

   

  “I will, always.”

   

  “Yes, more than always for me.” He smile and giggle – like an innocent boy, his laughter play in my ears.

   

  As I slowly reverse my car, our hands still holds – this is what always happens every time. Our hands are like glue together and it won’t melt the glue away – childish as it may sound but that’s the honest truth. Every step we part, its so hard to let go because we don’t want to let go. God, if I can only stay because I would.

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