He took a deep breath, exhausted from this conversation that’s taken place so many times. I watched as he thought thoroughly about what he was going to say and then he spoke.
“You need to know this, Melissa. You can’t wait for me anymore, because I’m not going to be here much longer and I can’t see you suffer another day.”
His health took a fall for the worse this past month and I watched as he and his health slowly disintegrate, I watched my love die and I could do nothing.
“Go, and move on. I promise I won’t be sad, I want you to be free and do what you have to, do what I can’t and that’s live. I love you to death, and I mean that literally, I’ll die knowing you were there for me, and I’ll die knowing you were happy.” He shut his eyes.
I saw the tears seeping out the sides of his eyes. He was in pain, and I was making it worse. My body was aching for him, I needed him to stay he couldn’t go.
“No, no, no. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Never ever was this supposed to happen,” I said grabbing his hand.
He opened his eyes now, and he had the look of pure solace.
“I know life’s not fair. If it was fair I wouldn’t be here in this hospital bed dying. If life was fair we would be getting married in a month, and on our honeymoon. But we’re not and my life is over, and I’ve finally come to accept that. As much as I want to be yours forever and not leave you I’m going to, I love you Melissa, but you must go.” He coughed out the last words.
He began to cough so much that the nurses came in to help him. They rushed around him, with their supplies and I backed out of the way. I backed all the way out of the room, and I took a good look at him, and left. This is what he wanted.