The Love of My Life
It has been a little over a year and a half now which I can't believe, it seems like it was just yesterday. We were madly in love, talking about getting married, planning on it to be more precise. Then one day she took ill. It started off with basic flu symptoms so no one really thought much of it, then she started seizing and coughing up blood. She went into the hospital not long after that (her parents were a little slow pulling the trigger on that one).
During her time their her condition continued to deteriorate. Her kidneys shut down, then her liver, and she was in indescribably pain. She shook every second, and I was holding her through its entirety.
Her parents were rarely there, mostly just to pop in and maybe ask here an inoccuous question or two. They didn't really care. I was there as much as time (and the nurses) would permit, holding her hand the entire time.
Merely three days after admission she took her last breath as she struggled for life in my arms. I felt her organs fail from the very beginning, watched it ravage her, and felt her die. There isn't a moment in the day when I am not completely haunted by this. To make matters worse the doctors that were taking care of her never figured out what caused it.
I miss her more than I can ever express...