The Happiness Adds On.

The Happiness Adds On - Part 14

It had been a couple weeks since I arrive back in Manhattan. Vikram suggested I take a few weeks off to collect my life and finally grief my sorrows. For the past two weeks, I had been going on long walks, dates with Vikram, a little shopping, and spending most of my time at the graveyard with mumma.

My time spent with Vikram was pretty good. He helps me balance out my pain with our happiness. He knew how to make me smile, he understood me, and he respected my past and the certain outcomes that I had now.

Coming back home without mumma was very hard for me. I had always come back to her beautiful smile and warm hugs. I miss her hand stroking down my hair and her delicious tea. She always knew how to make me feel better.

My health has not been improving. My anxiety attacks were still occurring, just not as severe. My anti-depressants were still needed.

But today was a good day.

I woke up from a very restful and needed nap in Vikram's room while he was gone to the office. The nap was refreshing and left me in a very cheerful mood. I was still laying under the warm quilt. Taking a look around the room, a picture of Vikram caught my eye. He looked so cheerful and happy. I remember when Vikram and I worked together on an office project. The smile he had on his face while messing around with our colleague would brighten my day.

The smile on his face from the picture reminded me of all the love and support that Vikram has given me through the last few months. Vikram pulled me into a brighter world when I was drowning in the dark misery of my life.

He was the one who taught me how to smile again. He was the one who helped me through my drunken night. He was the one who stood by my side when I witness my mother going through a terrible trauma. He was the one who took my position and handled my responsibilities when I ran out. He was the one who spend months looking for me. He was the one who brought me back to face my life instead of cowardly running away. He was the one to take care of me when I needed support. He was the one who loved me. He loves me.

My smile fainted to a curious thought. Vikram has done so much for me. From flowers to coffee dates, from handling my breakdowns to wiping my tears. And I haven't done anything to him or for him. I took a look at the clock. It was only 5 pm. There was still about 2 hours before Vikram got home.

I got out of bed and head for the shower. I took a nice hot shower and thought about preparing for a romantic dinner with Vikram tonight. I wrapped myself in my white cotton robe that Vikram insisted on buying for me when we went shopping a few days ago. The robe ran down to just below my knees. I blow dried my hair and turned on my straightener before I had into my closet for a sexy black dress and nude pumps. I pulled out my black dress and I found matching jewelry to match for the night. Once I applied my makeup, straightened my hair and changed into the dress, I head downstairs to start cooking.

Dinner was ready just a few minutes before 7 pm. I set out everything on the table. Today I made Chicken Parmesan, Cheesed Baked Pasta, a Caesar salad and a fruit salad. I also found some wine around the house that we could drink to lighten up our night. The table was perfectly set with fine plates and new utensils. I used a few candles to decorate the table and dimmed the lights lower to create the perfect atmosphere.

Okay! It was now 7:20. I sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV. Sometimes Vikram runs a little late depending on traffic. I'm really exciting to see Vikram's reaction to this little surprise. I had so much to say to him today.

I felt like I finally understood his importance in my life. All his love and support had helped me stand on my own today. Honestly I can't even imagine where I would have been or how my life would have been without Vikram. In my current state of mind, everything that happened in my past doesn't seem to matter against Vikram's happiness.