Love is a memory

Love and devotion

"The style of your hair still looks magnificent. I still remember how we first met back in 1997 when we were 17. I'm still in love with you, Jenny, and I'm going to be right here next to you when you wake up."

She has been in a coma for a month. The doctors couldn't figure out her condition; she has a rare disease, and he has been visiting his wife every single day without leaving her side, hoping that one day his wife, Jenny, would come back and make him a happy man again.

From time to time, the doctors would ask Ronald to rest at his place once or twice a week because they were worried about him, as he was always at the hospital, waiting by his wife's side. He spent his time reading her books, playing her favorite songs, and even pretending to have conversations with her.

Ronald would always respond to the doctors by saying, "My wife is everything to me. She’s been there for the hardest part of my life. You have no idea what this beautiful woman means to me. She’s the beginning and the end of my life. I just want her to wake up and come home with me, so I’m not moving away. I’m staying because she’d do the same thing for me, so I’m sorry, doctor, but I’m not giving in."

The hospital had a policy for visitors stating that they were not allowed to sleep at the hospital, but that didn’t stop him from attempting to sleep in a chair beside his wife. He always tried his best to be there for her. After all, they had met when they were still so young, but it always felt as though it had only been a year ago, given how committed they were to each other and how nothing had ever come between them.

You can't have a strong relationship without some ups and downs, including a few arguments that lead to make-up sex. They had always been inseparable. When Ronald was 17, back in 1997, he met Jenny, who was hosting a backyard sale in her neighborhood. The two spotted each other, and at first glance, Ronald knew he was going to marry the girl standing right in front of him.

He approached her at her table, and she was looking as pretty as ever. He stared at her, silently listing every part of her body that his lips wanted to touch, and naming all the parts of her body that his hands wanted to explore.

Jenny: "What are you staring at? Can I help you with something?"

Ronald: "Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk past you again?"

She chuckled: "Oh, so you're one of those guys, huh?"

Ronald: "I don't know who those guys are, but I'm pretty sure they meant what they said when they saw you."

Jenny: "How come?"

Ronald: "If only you could see what I see when I look at you."

Jenny: "And that would be...?"

Ronald: "Extraordinary."

Blushing from what Ronald had just said, she ignored his presence and continued with her garage sale. She got up from where she was sitting and went to get something inside her house. As she walked a little further, she turned around, looked at Ronald, and said, "Look, if you're not here to buy anything, I suggest you leave. My father is a cop and doesn't like boys like you coming around here."

"Alright, I'll leave," Ronald replied. As Jenny was walking away, he continued to say, "But I wasn't done talking. I will leave under one condition. Tell me your name, and I'll be out of your way."

She smiled, turned back, looked at him from afar, and rolled her eyes before saying, "My name is none of your business." She continued walking inside her house, opened the door, and slowly shut it. She then went to open her window blinds and looked at him, hoping he would leave her alone.

Ronald decided to leave. Afterwards, he headed back to his house, which was several blocks away. It was just him and his mom, Candice. She worked most of the time to save up money to maintain the house and meet her son's needs. By the time he got home, his mom wasn't there. He did some chores around the house, picked up his guitar, and practiced on it. He wrote a few songs and generally had a knack for writing, but this time he was having trouble finding the right words for his song. He couldn't stop thinking about the girl he had just met down the block.