Before The Last Breath

I knew I was dying. He knew I was dying. The end was close & time was slipping out. We wished the moment would freeze, but not all wishes come true. I was at my closing stage with wrecked smiles, irremediable life breakdowns. But he was sanguine despite the slipping seconds, resolute to fill a memory to my each passing tick. I never thought someone would love me so much, that too till the end. I have always on the giving end of any relationship, never expected to see such a beautiful receiving side too. There was no turning back for him. His love carried strong desires to do best to me. He knew me the way, no one ever did. It was never required to tell him. The connection was such n that he even understood unsaid feelings. He was aware that materialistic pleasures don’t lure me much. Not that I was dying and leaving all stuff behind. But it never made much

of a difference to me.

Happiness for me was in those small moments of life. And this time, he bought whole bottle full of joy & kept sprinkling in every little while. Like he was keeping the essence of a favorite perfume in the air surrounding, so no breath misses the ecstatic smell.

His acts of love included taking all my madness, be it yelling, crying or my obstinacy to go out in the middle of night for a chocolate. He kept it simple to me, saying you are my princess & if I don’t treat you well, how will I stand as your Prince Charming. When he dropped me home, carried me up two my room. If I would refuse to eat, he would make me eat by all means, even if it required him to drive all the way to my place. When he had to drop me halfway, he went walking all the way to first get me a cab. His hugs melted me in his arms, no matter how much I was fuming with rage. His kisses took me another world. He would laugh so hard that it got me stomach ache. His stupid jokes and fun talks never made me miss a smile. When I rushed myself out of the window of his running car, he kept a hold on me. Whenever he broke his words, the next thing he did was to find a way to get back at it, be it meeting me, going for movie, making me breakfast anything.

All the time we spent together, he never let go of my hand. All the while he was driving; he kept my head on his chest, his one hand stroking my hairs. I kept asking him all stupid questions that he has answered a zillion times, yet each time he thought of a fresh answer.

There were tears in his eyes. There were tears in my eyes. I was longing to stay with him a little longer, but my time had come. He still kept holding my hand, not letting his tears spill, looking into my eyes said, “I might take a little longer to come where you going, so take good care of yourself there. I would come for sure, I promise”. I couldn’t hold any longer, welled like a child hugging him tight in my arms. Soon my tears dried, and I came back to my senses. Before taking the last breath, I made him promise saying, “Promise me that you would love again. Promise me that you wouldn’t let your life go on twirling around me and our memories. Promise me whenever you remember me, it would be with our best days that bring a smile”.

Last flashback before my final breath

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