There was once a girl, who when I first laid eyes on her my world became bright and I could reach the light. A girl who made me feel important and didn't judge me for the mistakes I made in the past. We became friends and everyday we spent together create new memories that I wanted to never let go. Walking her home under the starry sky was like it was straight out of a movie, and I wanted time to stand still and live that moment with her forever. On Valentine's Day after many nights of practicing my lines I told her my feelings and that I gave myself to her and that she's the one I wanted to be with for an eternity. Her eyes filled with tears and she said yes, she would be my queen. We were happy for a long time. We traveled the world and saw all the places we could. An adventure I wouldn't rather with anyone else. I proposed and put the ring on her finger. Watching her walk down the aisle, I cried knowing I made it with the woman of my dreams. She was my everything. Then came a day when she came to me with a smile and told me that we would have a baby. I became overwhelmed with happiness, and we entered another chapter in our lives together. Two years later and we had a growing son and a little house in the suburbs. Life together was great and I wouldn't have it any other way. However, then came a day when she complained about having lots of pain. We went to the doctor and found out my wife had leukemia. After being told it was treatable we held on to hope. I was beside her every step of the battle. From building up her body to get ready for chemotherapy to trying to help her avoid infection. But it wasn't enough. My wife would catch pneumonia, which was abnormal at her young age. She would end up in intensive care and needed a big turn around. Our son and i held her hand everyday motivating her to fight and she beat pneumonia. Just when things looked bright we realized we were outta time. She was too weak for chemo and there was nothing that could be done. Her cancer would go to her brain. She began to slip further into the distance with everyday. Who I once saw as such a strong woman was reduce to a sack of bones that couldn't move around like she used to. It hurt to see her like that and I wanted her to live on and survive more than anything. However, she wasn't happy. She didn't want to live hooked up to machines. She wanted me to allow life to take its course. Then that day came when she stopped responding, her eyes looked to the ceiling as if they were taking her somewhere far away. She didn't seem to hear the sound of my voice anymore. She was seemed scared. Even though it was hard I remembered every part of my journey with her. From the day I met her to arguments and funny moments. This was my queen. I needed her to pull through. Our son would need his mother throughout life. But that night while I was laying in that hospital bed with her, admiring her beautiful face she stopped breathing. Overtaken by shock for a couple minutes I couldn't even move. Then when I came to, I screamed out in agony. My heart was broken. This was the woman I wanted to grow old with, but God had other plans. I gave her the best sendoff I could and buried her next to her parents. That was twenty years ago and up to today that pain of losing her still aches just the same it did the moment I lost her. Our son who has his mothers features is now grown and now takes care of himself. I fulfilled my duty to him as a parent and now I feel it's time for me to stop living my life of misery. I will be with my beautiful queen at the end of this day. My little boy will hurt for a long time from losing both parents so young but one day he will understand that this was my life and this was the way I wanted to go.
