May happy things come my way.
Today, I know you love me,
― Because you came down without hesitation, quiet all the way here because you were reading up on everything there is to know about my medical issue and declaring yourself an overnight (or overhour) expert
― Because you hugged me and asked me how was everything and patiently waited when I, too shell shocked to talk to you, ignored you and spoke to my mum.
― Because you held me in the cab, giddy with happiness, and said it only makes this year's engagement more special.
― Because you happily heaved a sign of relief saying that because you choped me, you don't need to worry about me leaving you during your three month long sail.
― Because you kept going on about how your little fighter is going to push out my hemorrhaging cyst and travel to a new soul afterward, making the Arnold Schwarzenegger voice and growling, "I'll be back."
― Because you took the voice of your little fighter and kept calling me mummy, then repeating "Mrs Ho" and "Nicole Ho" and "Punggol" and telling me how well it rhymes.
― Because you smiled so beautifully as you squeezed my arm and rubbed my belly and laid on my shoulder as you discussed our marriage.
― Because you tried to tell my mum how you'd be responsible no matter what but you didn't in the end because you didn't know any of the Chinese words for that
― Because you were scared for my health and that no matter what decision I make, you will enforce the one that makes me a healthier woman.
But because above all, because you took the nightmare I crawled through this morning and turned it into a manageable dream, kissing my shoulder and holding my hand all the way through, telling me all three scenarios by my physician are small surgeries and you'll be there through it all.
Because you are here.
Because you love me.
But my history still remains, and I already know what the results tomorrow will be.
I only hope you'll stay through it all.
No comments:
Post a Comment