My Love For Amore

Chapter seven

When 2004 came, it was as if a cold bucket of water had been splashed on my face.

It had been four years since I met Amore. Four years of being together and wrapped around our own little bundle of happiness that I forgot the cause of her sadness.

I knew that Amore didn't have much time left.

By now Amore had lost her hair and she was all but bald. Her perfectly arched eyebrows were long gone.Instead of the beautiful smile she always sported, it was now replaced by a permanent frown.

But she still was the most prettiest girl I have ever seen. Inside and out.

Her sadness made me feel sad. By now everyone had been informed to treat her nicely. But it wasn't enough.

The hospital walls were yellow. The walls had glittery quoted pictures about life and death. Heaps of flowers were besides her bed probably from people who wished her well. It was too cheery for a place and time like this.

My Amore was dying and I couldn't do anything.

I saw the look on her face as if to say, Forgive me.

"I love you." Those were her last words. She loved me with every beat of her frail and broken heart. She managed to love me even in a moment where she knew she couldn't hold on to me anymore. We couldn't fool around like little kids, she can't feel what it's like to have a perfect family to have little kids running around. The possibilities were endless.

Yet, my mind was blank and all I could hear was the sound of my heart beating fast. Physically it was erratically beating but mentally it was breaking into million tiny pieces.

And she left me in a world where love was no more important to me. She was now a spiteful reminder. Her love was like a mid summer's night dream.

Faint and almost too real.

But she was long gone and so was a piece of me.