• The Last Chapter (Of a book I'll never write) emotion_bigheart

    It wasn't until years later that I realized the last kiss we shared was not the most meaningful after all. That day in the hospital, as we said goodbye I did all that I could to remember every last detail. I remember the lack of sun, the rain hitting the small window by his bed and the look in his eyes right before they closed forever.

    And now after all this time as I find myself laying on a very similar hospital bed as he, I finally realize it was not about that one last kiss.
    I don't have much time left, but I use it wisely. I consider what our time we had together was really about. It was about every single night when we made sure too kiss each other before saying goodnight. All the times he would kiss my forehead before he left for work. Calming me down when I begin to panic about a thunder and lightening storm, Falling asleep while holding hands. Pinning me down while he tickles me until I beg him to stop. Holding me until my anxiety attacks went away and just being there whenever I needed my best friend.

    He was my best friend. I have a lifetime of happiness and memories to thank him for and now my days are coming to an end as his did so early on. Love is something you know. Not everyone knows what love is, some people may never know what love is. Because of him, I know love. He was my soulmate and I believe our souls will meet again.

    And like my favourite author once said: "Death is but the next great adventure"