His eyes, they felt so deep that night. Sitting opposite to him on the dinner table with candles lit in between, i watched him as he spoke. Drowning in his deep hazel eyes, watching his enticing lips touch as he subtly narrated his day at work. His fair skin, slightly grown mostache, perfectly gelled hair, his hands complementing all his gestures. His erotic scent pervaded the whole room. I was taken over by his charm. I surrendered.
We met over the most used technology in today’s time, the internet. We’d chat for hours regardless of the time. I’d be cursing my existence and he’d be making me feel alive. And when we met each other for the first time, he took me by surprise. Ever since then he’s been greedy, his greed was my smile.
Me? I was just more and more dissolved in the midst of the fog his affection created for me. Every time he’d carry me around in his arms, up close to his chest, his scent would diffuse within me and his warmth would feel like heaven. I felt blessed. Blessed enough to forget cursing myself.
After the dinner, he rang me up telling me he was walking on the bridge he proposed me on. Recalling each and every miracle that night had to offer,
He knelt and held my hand,
“You are the most beautiful lady i have ever laid eyes on, no matter how deprived you feel, know that you are a blessing for me and i vow, right here to you, that i shall spend my entire life as your protector ,”
It teared me up. For the first time, i felt my existence.
“Babe,” he said escaping me from the flashbacks,
“If i were to die right now i’d want my last words to be I love You,”
Those were his last words, that was his last moment….
Being a paraplegic offers many challenges, this was the greatest of all. He left, but he taught me how to cherish my present and be thankful of my existence.
I realised ,despite being a wheel chair bound, i was unconditionally loved.