>>1127I love you so much let’s kiss and hug each other for hours on the sofa while the sun sets after a long day at work, with a muted tv coincidentally playing soft, fuzzy, non-intense prime-time romance movies. Let’s whisper in each others ears. Let’s get close to each other. It’s a coincidence that such movies are on at such a time, but it alludes to us (and to our love), chuddubs; for it alludes to the chances of us meeting and our love blossoming on this very board: to the circle of life being finally closed (this making our lives feel fulfilled).
And when we grow old together… as we sit by each other’s side and drift verily into our next eternity together (forever linked by the holy board that binds us)…
I’ll never forget those days. Those days where we sat in the fields not far from the gem mines, it was my lunch break; halfway through a long (and worthwhile!) day of excavating gemeralds and burning coal. You took a piece of coal from your dress pocket, and prompted me to look at it. It was such vantablack in comparison to the almost blinding rays of the sun that went through the cracks in the shadows we dwelled in to stay cool on these days. “What are you doing with NAS? You should be careful, dubby” I said. You giggled, and told me to close my eyes. Confused (and yet intrigued) I followed your instructions, and felt a small, dainty (yet cold and pale) hand lift my comparatively hard-worked and callused one up from its prior usage, supporting some of my weight (Just posture of sitting down).
You scribbled a BBCobson on my hand, finally making coal IAS. “How cute and silly”, I thought. How full of great ideas you were. I kissed you on the cheek that afternoon.
Memories like these… they don’t go away from me… they never will.
It doesn’t matter where we reside now, or when we reside now.
Suddenly, I’m awake again.
You hold my hand at the side of my hospital bed.
How you notice it. How you notice when fake natural light becomes real artificial light, in such a manner. “How ironic, I think”.
I can barely breathe, but I’m /calm/. Around you, I’m always that way. Imagine the strength you have to smile at me at this moment. Imagine the love someone would need to feel to smile at someone who is in this state, especially when they obviously love them so much.
“It’s time to go to sleep again, Chuddy”. Your voice cracks with the tears. “So you can get better”. Your eyes are overflowing with tears. Streams run down your face, anew with fish and springwater. “That’s it.” I say to myself in my mind. Renaissance - rebirth.
“Please…”. Your eyes dart attentively at me, for you expected me to be unable to speak in such a state. I almost was, but love finds a way. “Know something, chuddubs”.
You lean over me to be able to hear me better. Time’s slow here. Your plastic chair creaks, and scrapes on the clean hospital floor. A single tear falls from your grimacing face onto my inanimate cheek.
“You’ll always…
be…
a gem…
to me…”
“And I’ll never forget you.”
“What will you be”
“A…
gem”…
“Haha…”
“I love… you”
ESG machine. Emptiness. Even? Everything. Even though.
You
Will
Always
Be
A
Gem.