My love

I had a lover. He resembled cry baby. He had wavy black hair slicked back with a leather jacket. His smile was mysterious and breathtaking. And he was my love. He was mine and we were happy. 1

We had just bought a house together to spend the rest of our lives in to make memories. He had just met my parents and was being welcomed into my family. They all loved him. He was approved to take my hand in marriage and we were finally going to be together. 2

Everyone was happy for us; I have never seen them cry with joy before. My love and I felt our lives were finally perfect as he gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead. We were mistaken.3

Around 2 months later I was ended up in the hospital because someone attacked me. They tried to beat me down and take my money. I can still see their faces in the back of my head.  While in the hospital, the men who tried to hurt me, were there stalking my room. When my husband found out he went after them. Before he ran towards them, I handed him a hand gun for his protection. I didn't’t know it was going to end like this.4

He went running in the halls of the hospital and I started to cry. I felt something horrible was going to happen so I got out of the bed and I ran in the same direction. I called for help as I ran but I felt like my lungs were closing with every step.  5

Then I reached where they were at 5 minutes later after the run. I saw blood stains on the walls, as if someone was shoot and couldn’t keep their balance. But my love was not in sight. I started to panic and followed the blood marks which lead me to one of the attackers, but my love was still not to be found. 6

I told the guards everything that had happened, and they said “we will find your husband ma’am, please go back to bed”. But that was impossible. The one man that I was happy with is missing, and it was my fault. I had to find him. 7

Moments later I saw the guards running in a direction towards the exit of the hospital so I followed. There, I had to witness the last breathes of my love as he was dying in pain. His last words were “my love”. I cried the loudest cries possible as his head laid in my lap. My husband was gone. 8

After they took him away in an ambulance, I was escorted back to my room for I was still a patient in the hospital. Sleeping was impossible. He was gone and I was alone.9

Until at the stroke of midnight I saw a light. It was my love. He came back to me. He was my angel watching over me from heaven. And he spoke a few words that left me in shock as his spirit went away. He said:10

My love, I am sorry I failed you. You gave me a gift in which I return to you. I love you forever and always. Find a way back to me my love. 11

And then I saw it. It must have been a miracle that the hand gun just happened to be under my pillow. I remember the cops had taken it with them. It was my time to be with my husband in heaven and so my last words were: My love. 12