She was everything.
As I lay tonight, I cannot help but think of her. How her cute little face made the smile that won her my heart since the first time I saw it. Her regal manners, very womanly acts, so soft and gentle that made me drop anything that I am doing and rush to her side and lend a hand in every possible way that I can; her sensibility that challenged me every time we talked of whatever we could’ve talked of… yeah, she was my ideal woman from sole to crown.
She was my everything.
Our Father who are in Heaven, Holy be Your Name, Your Kingdom come, Your Will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.
“Robert,” she called me. Her voice was the finest I’ve ever heard, just like Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata—sweet, serene and sincere.
I laid down my pen and gazed at her. Oh, she was a sight to behold, more beautiful than the sunset I’ve been trying to capture in my sketch pad.
Then I smiled. I felt overwhelmed just by looking at her. “Yes?”
“Why was the sunset so sweet when the night,” she moved her eyes from mine to the west sky, “was so bitter?”
The sun was slowly ebbing away while I was watching tears fell from her eyes.
I knew I wasn’t supposed to answer.
It was getting dark but we sat still—she, looking at the horizon, I at her counting the misty pearls falling.
“It is just so unfair,” she sighed dabbing her eyes with her hanky.
I pulled her to me and gave her the usual tight hug and kiss on her hair.
“No it isn’t. When I would rather taste the bitter than to forget what was sweet,” I whispered.
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us today our daily bread and forgive us our sins…
It was remarkable how she mustered so much dignitythat I knew she wanted to positively wail and yet she didn’t, though she was breathing hard.
“This heart,” I said to her as her eyes began to well-up once more, “is yours.”
She smiled, “until it stops beating?”
“Even after that”
Embracing me, she, I knew, tried to stifle her sobs.
As we forgive those who sinned against us...
Under the starry night, we kissed and by God, that was the sweetest kiss I ever tasted in my whole life. Our first.
And last.
We stood up and hands entwined we walked out of the school.
I hailed a cab and off we rode. I was busy musing myself looking at her beautiful face when she tapped the driver and whispered something. The driver nodded and not long after we took a U-turn.
“Where to?” I asked her, amused. Although I didn’t know what was her ploy, I just rode with her because her spontaneity never fail to amuse me the other countless times.
I was wrong. I shouldn’t have let her.
I toyed with her hands when suddenly I realized that the ca finally came to a stop.
“We’re here.”
I looked outside. “Here?”
She stepped out of the cab instead of answering me. I took out a few bucks from my pocket handed it to the driver and got off as well. As the taxi drove away, I never fail to realize that we were so alone in that place.
“The park? Why?”
Mysteriously, she smiled and headed on. She was picking a red rose on the bushes. In tow, I walked, half-frowning and half-smiling.
Then it all happened all too soon, I was momentarily disoriented.
She was on the ground, on all fours, barely able to breathe.
“What happened?” I ran and took her to my arms
She gasped, looked up on me and in between breaths said, “Nothing. You told me that I can
have your heart even after it stops beating. I will return the favor. You can have mine when yours stop beating.”
I didn’t get what she meant at first, when finally I hit me.
“No! What happened? I must get you to the hospital. I’ll call 911.”
“Listen Robert, you need my heart. And I am very much willing to give it up for you. The blood would not stop flowing now. I am hemophiliac. Doctors cannot help me anymore. But please, for my sake… I want to go to the hospital, to give you my heart, and please after the operation I would like to take yours with me to eternity.”
I was crying in an indescribable way. I was diagnosed with a rheumatic heart that could anytime cause me to snuff it. The doctor said that I need a new heart in order to live a normal life.
That girl, on my arms, loves me so selfishly that she would readily gave up her heart, her life just to see me live. She purposely cut herself to bleed so that I can have her heart.
I carried her to the hospital. She was starting to pass out but I was always whispering to her “hold on baby, we’re almost there.”
At the hospital, there was a mad rush to us. She was brought to the E.R. and I didn’t know what happened until one of the nurses took my arm and led me to the operating room.
And lead us not into temptation
And now I am at the operating table, they, the doctors were through slicing me up and putting her heart inside me. I could feel the soft thump thump of it and I am getting nauseated. She’s gone, I thought.
"Please, give her my heart, please."
And then a flat line.
“BP’s dropping”
“OK charge to 360, clear”
And lead us not to temptation…
Perhaps as I lay dying tonight, she would be the last that I would remember.
"No change, now charge it to 500, clear"
But deliver us from evil.
I love you. I whispered
Amen.
