do you have a heart? i think i do...

He looked at her with those piercing grey eyes, reading every slight movement that her lovely face made. It hurt her so bad to look at his face and the thought that they would never see each other again, tore her soul into a million pieces. She never knew of a love so strong that could transform her life to what it was now and he; a person so magical that he could not live without. “Maybe two is better than one?” It was fate that brought them together yet it was cruelly tearing them apart. Should they give up or keep on chasing their love? Living with Alzheimer’s was driving the final nail into the door and they knew it. He forgot her everyday but she always woke up early to remind him of his wife. The diary, the scrapbook – their life all placed in a simple way so he could remember, if not their life together would have been lost to the grey fuzzy areas of his complex mind. It was tedious but she religiously did it everyday just so that she could have him back even if it was just for a second, that one second meant the world to her and she knew, to him too. Maybe. She had cried all the tears that she could have possibly cried yet she knew better than to let herself fall into the big, black hole of helplessness that would continue to grow bigger and bigger and harder and harder to get out from. He would have never wanted that for her and neither did she. “Just come back to me” . She wondered whether He was testing her or it was just her punishment, either way she took it with ease. Nothing came simple: not even their love. She sat silently by their queen-sized bed while he slowly flipped the pages of the delicate book. Something in his eyes began to light up and a small smile grew at the corners of his mouth. He remembers she sighed with relief. He then reached out and gently spread his fingers to touch her delicate pale face. The warmth she instantly felt brought tears to her eyes and he gave a wider smile. His eyes said I love you. She mouthed it back to him and they embraced with glistening tears trickling down her cheeks. Everyday was like this, exactly. She knew that. She accepted it. She loved him. It would never change. Never.