“I have only got a couple of months left, George”, said Samantha.” Then we should make those count.” -I said, optimistically. She smiled. I kissed her forehead and asked her to take rest. I left the room, peeking at her placid, yet beautiful face, while closing the door.”How much time have we got,Doctor”-I asked. “A month, if she really holds on.” -He said in a sad tone. I nodded and left for a cup of coffee.
I was in love with her, so much that I never wanted her to leave. She woke up next morning and was discharged from the hospital. In the car, she spoke- “George, will you keep loving me they way you always have?” I looked at her reassuringly and spoke- “Yes, always and forever. On reaching home, I told her that we had only a month left. She collapsed into my arms. “Only a month, that’s too fast.” ”Your cancer has reached level-3.” I said. She burst into tears. I reassured her that we would make the most out of this last month.
We ate dinner, in silence and then decided to take rest. I held her tight, as tight as I could without hurting her. We slept after an hour. It was 2:00 AM, I think, my hand felt cold. I ignored it for the first time, but when the feeling did not go, I checked. ”Samantha?” I murmered, “Did you turn the AC on?” She didn’t reply. I asked again. Still, didn’t get any reply. A chill crept up my spine. I knew what was wrong, I sat up and saw Samantha. Still and.... lifeless. I screamed- “SAMANTHA!!?” and I didn’t hear anything except the echo of my own scream. A pallor was spread across her face, and her eyes were still. The way, they are when death, engulfs the soul of a being. I immediately called for an ambulance. I met the doctor at the hospital and asked- “What happened?”. He replied- “I am really sorry for you loss, George.” I couldn’t contain myself, and yelled- “YOU SAID WE HAD MONTH!” ”I kno—“, I cut him in between and screamed- “A MONTH YOU MORON!”. “Calm down, George”- The doctor replied. I pushed him aside and started walking, not knowing where I will go.
The funeral was held the same week, with all of her close ones coming and paying their respects. I was silent during the ceremony. It was as if my life had been lost, as if, my soul was empty.
Months passed and I had given up on everything. I did not know why, I was still living. I didn’t reply to calls, didn’t leave the house and stayed in front of the TV all day, hoping that it would somehow, fill the loneliness- the void cause by Samantha’s death.
6 months passed. I though to myself- “Is this what Samantha would have wanted?” and evey part of my soul screamed- “No!”. I gathered all my courage, and went outside. After months, I breathed fresh air, Heard the birds chirping, felt the cool wind filter through my hair. I felt good. I started trekking, which had always been my passion. I renewed contact with all of my friends and now I was feeling, normal.
But still, there was this part of my soul that was lost that night when Samantha died.
A year passed. Everything seemed nice now. But I was afraid, of the fact that if everything seemed nice, then did it mean, that I had moved on? I didn’t intend to. Did it mean our love was not strong enough? These questions always haunted me. After a year and a half, I met another girl, named ‘Sally’. She was beautiful, brainy and passionate about her life. I admired that. We dated for a while, but weren’t on the same mental plane to take the relationship further.
I met many such girl in the next 2 years, and it never worked out. One night, I thought as to why all of my relationships were failing. I pondered for hours, brainstorming continuously and then it struck to me. Samantha was so close to me that she had become a part of my soul, whichever girl I dated I always tried to find Samantha in her.
Subconsciously, I always compared them to Samantha. She was perfect, in every sense, so no girl could ever compete to that. Hence, I was never satisfied which led to all the break-ups.
I breathed. I went outside, looked up at the sky, and saw millions of stars twinkling. I thought- 'One of them would be Samantha, looking down upon me every day, every moment,' and I came across a feeling, feeling of inner-peace which I was maybe, trying to feel by dating all of those women. By filling the void, which was irreparable.
I knew I could never fall in love with another woman. My heart belonged to only one person, Samantha.
I looked up and said- “Samantha, I will be yours, forever.”