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Bride to Be

Surgery, is the boldest and most fearless of the healing arts.

The clouds had paved way for her royal highness. She shown just a little bit more than the normal star. Fog, mist hadn't quite cleared out. You could feel the birds cuddle up in their little cosy nests. I couldn't blame them. Such a chilly morning it was.

Head on my palm, leaning on my elbow. I just couldn't get enough of the view. I turn and catch a glimpse of you smiling. Yes, you were smiling in your sleep. Maybe, I had kissed you after having made you my till death do us part. Were you dreaming of our impending wedding? It had gotten you so excited over the past few days.

As you lay on your hospital bed, soon to be your death bed, all I could hear were your heartbeats from the machine. Your life support system. According to your doctor, this were among the last beats you would gather for a few hours were all you were left with. My existence was soon to lose meaning. Without you, each day will be dull and dreary. The nights will be painful without your lovely fragrance.

But why! You said you would always be there for me. Mornings will come and go, but you will always be there. Remember telling me this? Today, the sun has risen, it will go down too. Down, you will go with it. How I will miss your smile each morning. I will most definitely miss your sweet talks. Your endless chats. Together, we would have made such a great scope.

With you in my life, I was sure for it to be brighter. The future. Our future.

For there to be the brightest moonlight, a full moon is required. Sunrise and bright mornings for hope. Your presence, for my existence. Without you, I don't know how I'd cope. Without you, I can't go a day. I can't suffice. I'd go insane to not see your face the first thing in the morning.

Then again, as I go in for the surgery, I want you to promise that you would take care of the heart that we both now own. The heart that was mine but still beat for you. I pray that the transplant will be a success and that with every beat of my heart in your chest cavity, with every inflow, every outflow, you will be reminded of a love so true, soft and warm and sealed with care. My love for you.

Yours faithfully... Yours sincerely... Yours loving...

Was hubby to be.

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