Love Heals PS. I'll Always Love You (Soulmates #1)

Shaheer

After a few horrible hours of my life,
The love of my life was stable now.
Sleeping peacefully holding my hand as I touched her cheek with my fingertips .

The last few hours had taken such a toll on her she had been sleeping for almost 6 hours now.

Thankfully she did not need any oxygen mask.
She was breathing okay and so was I.
In the last few hours I felt so suffocated and scared for her.

I remember a few years back in high school
Some of my friends bullied her and I found her in the abandoned balcony of the school crying on the floor.
I had wiped her tears and hugged her and stood up for her and scared the shit out of the bullies without making her feel weak.
I had promised myself to protect her from everything and anything but how would I help her now when her own body and mind is fighting against her.
I can't fight them only she can.
But I will make sure I'm there for her while she fights right by her side never leaving her in her fight.
Whatever she needs me to be I'll be there for her.
Therapist.
Doctor.
Friend.
Partner.
Caregiver.
Lover.
Helper.
I wouldn't leave her alone.
It was her fight she would have to fight alone but I want her to know I'm there for her always.
She's my best friend first and then my wife.
She is my life.
I'll always love her and be by her side forever .
I need her to open up and let me in and help her to over come this.

The trauma the pain she had inside her.
The doctor on call today talked to her therapist.

All along I had been blaming myself that she had a seizure bec of me .
Bec of the miscarriage.
The doctor explained it to be that news was the tipberg she had already been struggling with PMDD, PTSD Bipolar And Trauma.
It wasn't my fault.
She is going thru a lot.
Every human brain has a limit.
The sensory overload of her miscarriage made her have a seizure.

Things needed to change now.
I can't let her live and suffer like this alone.
I'll be there for her more.
The doctor too said the faster way to heal and treat her was being there for me caring for her talking with her and being there for her.
The more time I would spend with her the more comfortable she would get with me in an emotional level to open up.
She was comfortable with me physically but she always withdrew emotionally about herself.
And I was the only one who can break her shell and the tall wall she had build around her self more like a room which is slowly suffocating her.

I'll break that room slowly and pull her out in the real world our world our life and our home.
She was my home.
I needed her to come back to me.

Though I was relieved that she was stable now.
I cried silently resting my head besides her in the pillow touching our cheeks.

I was scared and disturbed from the events it felt too unreal.
I had never imagined there would be a situation where I would see the love of my live trying to fight her own mind and body suffer so much and I couldn't do anything to help her.

It scares me to death.
I would have died if anything had happened to her.
She's my life I need her like oxygen maybe more. Op
She's my heartbeat.
My soul.
The melody to my soul.
The sunshine to my days and moonlight to my nights.
I need her like the plants need chlorophyll .

But I knew I had to be strong for her and myself to.
I closed my eyes and gathered myself and looked at her, she might be a mess but she was my strength my light my love my life my everything and I would do everything in my power for her.

She looked so beautiful. I traced her face and body with my fingers softly letting comfort relief and love wash over me.
I could feel her body relaxing under my touch too.
She hummed softly and I kissed her forehead softly and slept resting my head on her pillow gently stroking her hair the doctors had said she woudnt wake up for a few hours I needed sleep too to be there for her at my best wen she would wake up she would need me the most only me .