"Honey, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?" She asked me with concern, her hand gently wiping the cold sweat from my forehead.
I nodded, my eyes darkened, "Yes, I dreamed of that nightmare again."
"Don't be afraid, it's just a dream." She comforted me softly and hugged me into her arms, "I will be by your side and will never leave you." "
I hugged her tightly, afraid that she would disappear at any moment. It took me a while before I calmed down and gently pushed her arms away.
"I'm sorry I've always been so fragile and caused you so much trouble." I said self-deprecatingly.
She shook her head and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes: "You don't have to apologize to me, I will always love you."
Her words moistened my long-dried heart like a rain. For the past few years, I have been living in my own narrow-mindedness and paranoia, haunted by her departure, and almost lost the last trace of courage to survive.
It wasn't until she appeared that I rekindled my thirst for life. Her uncomplaining love warmed my cold heart and made me believe in the beauty of this world again.
I began to think about life, about the meaning of life and death. I don't want to leave so easily, I still have too many things to do. I want to live for her, for our love and the beauty of the past.
From that day on, my mental outlook began to change dramatically. I started taking my medicine seriously and taking the treatment seriously. Although my body is deteriorating, my heart is full of strength like never before.
She was also very happy to see me like this. Sometimes she would comb my sweat-soaked hair, and sometimes she would take a small fan to blow a cool breeze on me. We just got along quietly, we didn't need too many words, we just needed to understand everything about each other with our eyes.
Occasionally, I would make a little joke to make her laugh. When she was amused by me, the whole person was like a spring breeze, beautiful and moving. I loved her happy appearance and the happy look between her eyebrows.
In this way, we spent ordinary and happy days, as if we had returned to the honeymoon period of the newlyweds. It's just that we all know that this happiness is destined to be short-lived, so we cherish every moment we spend with each other.
"Honey, the doctor said my condition has recurred." One day, I whispered to her.
Her eyes instantly dimmed, as if she had expected this outcome: "It's okay, we will definitely defeat it."
I smiled wryly and shook my head: "This time, I'm afraid it's the last time."
Her tears burst out of her eyes instantly, and her voice choked: "No, you can't just leave me like this, we still have too many things to do......"
I reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, trying to make my tone as relaxed as possible: "Hey, don't cry." We knew that this day would come sooner or later. "
I know this is really the last chance. My health deteriorated to the point where even doctors couldn't do anything about it. I began to reflect on my life and began to think about the meaning of life and death.
In the past, I used to be so selfish, only caring about work, and turning a blind eye to her love. Later, because of a moment of suspicion and paranoia, it hurt her heart. If it weren't for her big heart, our relationship would have broken down long ago.
And now, I'm paying for it all with my life. I know that she will be sad for me and will mourn for me. But I also hope that she will be able to pick herself up after her grief, embrace life again, and live the happy life she deserves.
I don't want to be an eternal burden in her life, I don't want to be a stumbling block in her path. I hope she can be relieved, I hope she can let go of me completely, and from then on she can spread her wings freely.
I know I'm running out of time. I started to deal with the aftermath and gave her all my inheritance. I hope that she can use the money to live a carefree life.
Sometimes, I would suddenly hug her tightly, afraid that she would disappear at any moment. She would pat me on the back comfortingly and whisper things like "I'm always there." However, we both know that this "forever" is destined to be short-lived.
My body deteriorated, and I gradually lost the strength to speak. I can only express everything about me with my eyes, watching her busy around me. Occasionally, I would do my best to say a word or two to her and make her smile.
When she laughed, the whole person was like a spring breeze, beautiful and moving. However, in an instant, her eyes would dim again, as if she realized that our time was running out.
In this way, we have lived a painful but beautiful day. We are all trying our best to cherish the last moments we spend with each other, and strive to create eternal moments.
"Honey, I have something to tell you." One day, with the last of my strength, I said to her.
She hurriedly leaned over and held my hand tightly: "What's wrong?" You said. "
"That person is the cheating junior, she ...... She's been looking for me lately. "My voice is getting weaker.
Her eyes instantly dimmed, as if she had guessed something: "What does she want to do?"
She said she regretted it and wanted to start over...... "My voice faded down.
She held my hand tightly, tears welling up in her eyes: "No, you can't leave me!" We're just starting ...... again."
I gently wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled, "Fool, I mean, I've rejected her. In my life, I only love you alone. "
Yes, the cheating junior took the initiative to come to the door again after I got sick, and said proudly that he wanted to start over with me. I was simply shocked by her brazenness.
In the past, I may have been bewitched by her beauty and her rhetoric. But after this baptism of illness, I finally understood what true love is.
The so-called "love" of the junior is just a momentary freshness and a physical obsession, which cannot stand the test of time at all. And my wife's love for me is from the bottom of my heart, cherishing and caring from the heart.
It was her love that rekindled my hope for life and gave me the courage to live again. So, no matter what, I will never let her out of my life again, and I will never let her be hurt in the slightest bit.
I knew that my life was destined to end like this. However, in my short life, I hope to create at least a short memory for her.
So, I asked my friends to help plan a little surprise. On a sunny morning, they quietly decorated our home, lit candles and sprinkled the petals of flowers.
She was so moved by my romantic surprise that tears welled up in her eyes again. I reached out and took her into my arms and patted her on the back soothingly. We hugged each other like this, feeling each other's body temperatures, as if we wanted to freeze this moment forever.
In the days that followed, we were like a newlywed couple, tired of it all the time. I would occasionally tease her and make her amused; She will also be coquettish and cute intentionally or unintentionally, like an innocent little girl.