Breathing for Katia

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Breathing for Katia

Angelo

Katia stopped writing in her book of memories two weeks ago, her failing health making it impossible to continue. She slipped away peacefully in my arms today as I held her by the lake, and part of me left this world with her.

It is nighttime now; the visitors have gone, the house is barren, and I am alone in our bed, writing by lamplight, clinging to Katia's pillow and soaking it with my tears. I breathe deeply, inhaling her essence, then I breathe out and repeat. In and out. In and out. For a few precious moments, I feel her near, then she is gone. But I know she will be back, and I will live for that next moment, and the next.

Her body is gone, but only her body. And though we will be parted for a time, she left her words to bring me comfort, and the memories of our life together will help me to go on. Her spirit will live on, and so will her love.

She will forever be my treasure, and my heart will forever be hers.


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