Yeah it is. Thank you for taking me here. I love it
Isn't it a pretty day babe?
I love you too.
I love you.
We were in love everything was so easy with her. No fights no disagreements just true love. I think we made for each other. I believe she is my soul mate.
I don't feel well. I'm getting worse I think.
It was perfect I met her and loved her; It was that simple I lived on her caring nature, in her arms, on her words, so completely wrapped up, bound, and absorbed in everything which came from her, that I no longer cared whether it was day or night, or whether I was dead or alive. All that mattered was her.
One day after I came home It was raining really hard outside. She came into the house sniffling and trying to get the water out of her clothes and hair. I took care of her as much as I could I hated when she was ill.
She became very sick. I gave her all the Medicines that were brought. Her hands were hot when I held them, her forehead was burning when I touched her hair and face, and her eyes bright and sad at the same time looking at me.
She passed away within a week the sickness took over her. I didn't know how to carry on without her I saw many doctors and nurses. One imparticular was a priest, who asked me "Your mistress?'' and it seemed to me as if he were insulting her or the both of us. but I brushed it off. I was very much more concerned with how I will get over the love of my life.
I cried and cried at her grave I needed to breathe so I decided to take a walk to distract me from my thoughts about her. I read the stones of lost lives as I walked ranging in dates and ages. I saw young to old each step saddening my more.