Not A Day Goes By
30 November 2008
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Hon,
Do you remember that day when our eyes met for the first time? It was one hot morning with a set of eyes I will never forget. That day, that very second, I claimed you as mine. Yes, as crazy as it may sounds, that moment I said it clearly in my head,
“It’s him”
Hon,
Do you remember that afternoon when we kissed for the first time? It was in a cab and I was in the middle of a long sentence which had the nothing to do with the kiss. I heard you said, “God dammit!” and then you kiss me. A kiss I could not return for it was so unexpected. It was the most romantic moment ever.
Hon,
Do you remember that hot afternoon in a small rented room? The afternoon when we discuss what name would we pick for our daughter. The very afternoon when we agreed on Imogen. We weren’t married. We were just a couple full of lust and two sets of hands which could not let go from each other.
Hon,
Do you remember that after we picked that beautiful name, Imogen, we knew we want to be together for the rest of our lives? We did not need anyone to put a legal stamp on our relationship. We were there to have and to hold, from that day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish ’till death do us part.
Hon,
Now with a sickness to have, I would still hold you. Because, my love, people make mistakes and shit happens. Sometimes that mistake and the shit involve HIV. And most of the times, those mistakes and shits are the things that build us. We changed and evolved because of them. We cried, we even broke down because of them. Just remember honey, love does not change. Not mine. It’s just getting stronger despite your mistakes, your shits and your diseases.
We might will not have access to the third or fourth regime of retro viral drugs to sustain your life ’till another fifty years. We might not be able to travel to places like used to be. We might not pose together with the kids in their graduation pictures. We might not stand side by side when the kids get married. We might not help to pick names for our grand children the way we picked Imogen. We might not……….
But, my love, we certainly will fight side by side ’till the day come. And there will not be a day goes by without you hear me say, “I love you very much” on my lips and on each of my moves. There will not be a day goes by without me telling you how beautiful life is when you are around. There will not be a day goes by without you know how happy I am to be your wife and the mother of your children. There will not be a day goes by without me giving you some extra reasons of living.
We both will stand together side by side and stare the disease in its eyes and we will tell it; “you can not break us!”
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This post is dedicated to Fajar Jasmin; 169 is not 0. I love you very much.
And for the World Aids day, December 01 2008
- Bloggers Unite - WAD08
(images taken from stock.xchng “Together Forever” by Andrew & “Care” by Martin)
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30 November 2008 at 9:15 pm