THE HOSPITAL INCIDENTThe spark. The spark. It is definitely still there.After a while of not seeing him. After the recovery from all the heartaches he caused, the unbearable pain he let me feel. After collecting buckets of tears. I got to see him again. In the hospital. Unexpectedly.It was odd though. I didnt feel any pain. Just that tingling of nerves, excitement. He smiled. That smile I used to see everyday way back college. I smiled too. And for a moment, the world stopped. I became conscious of his stare but its not like hes going to eat me alive or so whatever. It is that stare, that sweet stare that used to make me want to kiss him.He sat beside me. So close that his arm could actually wrestle mine. My heart raced. We were still for a while. I could hear him breathe. The silence between us was deafening. I gazed blankly at nowhere. He did too. And then, blah blah. He finally spoke. It was not on my list to talk to him but its awkward not to respond. And yes, we talked.Moments passed, he took me to this place, the place where we used to eat when we were still schooling. He ordered the same dish. I felt like Im back in the year 2006. Our continuous talk was fun. It was like our first day out together. Seeing him again was like seeing him for the first time. I cant feel that hurt I felt a few months earlier, whenever I look at his face. He hadnt change. Physically. He hadnt change. The way he talk, he laugh. The way he delivers his comic stories, a desperate comedian. And I dont know but that was one of the things I liked about him. He always tries to put a smile on my face.We came back to the hospital. He started teasing me. I should be annoyed for he kept pushing me while I was seated, but I wasnt. In fact, I found it sweet. He used to do that in college, the bullying thing. He does that when he wants your attention.I wanted to stay for a bit longer but my angel told me to go home for he will notice that I still long for him when I dont. And that would just hurt. Hurt a lot.I bid farewell to his parents, hoping I could see them again. I love them. I really do, for they played a big part in my life. I bid him goodbye. A cold, lonely goodbye. I wanted to hug him but my guts expectantly shrank for I know it was off beam. When will we see each other again? No one knows. I just hold on to what his dad told us, "You may not realize it right now, but you two are really meant for each other".
And this is how the story goes All of my life I have been wondering how my life would possibly end. I expect that at one point in my life, when I have served my purpose and found eternal happiness, God would give me rest, a rest for eternity. And this time, I would write as to how I want my ending to be.It was the night before my 81st birthday. We were eating in a classy restaurant, me and the love of my life. Dimmed lights were surrounding us and a candle light at the center. We might be old, but we can still be romantic, cant we? As we ate, we talked of our memories from the past (every bit we can remember). We had a very hard time remembering all, but with the help of each other, we remembered every happy moment we had. We went home to our house somewhere in Italy, slowly, but surely. We prepared ourselves for sleep, and as we lay on the bed, we said our long I love yous to each other and we held each others hand. Before I slept, I stared at the face beside me. The face of the only person I have ever loved. I shed tears, tears of happiness (not only joy). Then I said After all the hardships, we made it through, even if we had to go against the world, you were there with me, holding my hand. And I really, really love you for that.The next morning, when I woke up, I found myself with my arms wrapped around my love. I slept again, so I could make the moment seem longer. As I woke up, once again, I can only feel a cold feeling around my arms. As I tried to awake my love, nervously, there was no movement or any response. I shuddered and cried my love was gone.You may be confused right now because this was supposed to be my ending, not of another. But let me just narrate what happened. I brought my love to the hospital, and the doctor said that the death was caused by old age. My love was buried at a cemetery, and when I was the only one there I lay on the grass beside my loves final resting place. I closed my eyes and shed a tear, and all was gone.In the first part of the story, I said that your ending should come when you have served your purpose and obtained happiness. In my ending, I wanted to show that my ending would be the loss of the only source of my happiness. I have fulfilled my purpose, to love and be loved. My life ended when my loves life did. And thats how the story goes
