To Belong

Seeing her laying in front of me with her beautiful body connected to tubes, and her beautiful eyes in deep sleep made me think about something, what should I do? To keep my nearly forty years old self from falling apart for the sake of her and our Five years old girl. And what can make a person very happy than a beautiful memory! I thought maybe I can write about me! How I was before her! I can write about her! About us! Writing is a very useful weapon to help the one in remembering his past days. She always told me that, and maybe by writing, I can see her again, not in tubes as I am seeing her now, not as weak as now, but beautiful as always...