Valentines Day

I still remember our first Valentines Day.. I was so excited, I’m sure so were you. We had a wonderful time… you were so sweet and lovely in your purple flowery dress. I was mesmerized by you. By then I was pretty sure that you are the one…
That night I couldn’t sleep after sending you back. I was tossing and turning in bed, thinking of how to make you feel special and loved as much as I could. I was in seventh heaven. I kept telling myself I must succeed this time and you shall be my wife one day…
Secretly, my grand plan evolved during that fateful night as I lie on my bed...

Today…is my most painful Valentines Day… first one without you for the longest time. Looking at this photo we’d taken 13yrs ago on 14 Feb 1997… I’m now overwhelmed with pain. It is a photo of pure bliss and happiness. It was the time when we were young and full of hope...
Somehow… 13yrs later today, I’m a broken man… I was still having a glimmer of hope when you were fighting for your life in ICU. We all had hope when you teared as we whispered into your ears… of how important you are to us and don’t you dare leave us.
Hope had since deserted me, the moment you left us…I will never hope for anything ever again in my life. Having lost you and being torn apart by the ensuing grief, nothing is as important; everything else seems so trivial now. I’m actually fearless of what life can throw at me. When you don’t fear death.. you’ve no fear at all. My life is never complete again...

Dear Dear, Happy Valentines Day