One Day very Soon

Have I told you lately, what it means for me to be in love?
As far as I can recall, I think I never told you. I had never thought about it. I am a bit of a dreamer. But I never pictured what it is to be in love. i think I was too much into it, living and breathing it that I never envisaged it.

"Will you lift the blinds, and let the light in? I love to see the sunshine on those white flowers.
I would have done it myself like all these years past, but I feel a little strained and it is tad too big an effort for me get out of bed and put on my slippers."
"Will you water the plants, before you leave for work? No...don't worry about my breakfast. I will lay like this for a while, then I shall get up and fix something to eat if you will leave the bread and butter on that table by the window. I never even said sorry, I don't prepare your breakfast and meals any more."

I should be fine soon. I know it. I don't care what people say. I will get up with the first rays, one day very soon.

"Here, let me tidy your cuffs. You never notice the fabric overlap. I've reminded you every day, these past 8 years! Now don't just stand there grinning! Lean over a little, I cannot reach up to where you stand."

I can see the days crawl by. It is an effort to be able to breathe. But I should be fine soon. Don't you worry. I will be at the breakfast table and at the door in the evenings one day very soon.

"Wait, you forgot the paper. Would you like to take it with you?"

I can see the sadness in your eyes. I know you would rather not be here and not see all this. I can see you pretend to be happy and calm, though I can see storms brew often and clouds darken. They subside. An effort you make, that costs me more breaths, more life. Can you sit down beside me and for once let me know, what it is for you to see me fading away each day? But I wont witness these clouds for long. I should be fine soon. I will stand by you in the rains, and look down from the mountain tops just like we used to, one day very soon.

"Will you put me in that chair by the window before you leave? I know how much I pester you. But you know how I like to doze off in the sun, with my book."

Actually I am tired of sitting by that window, watching the sky burn, then slowly blush with a ruddy glow, and then darken. Until you come back and my world lights up again. I should be fine soon. I don't care what people say. I will walk with you in the evenings, and cook your dinner. I will iron your clothes for morning as well. Don't you worry. We will be as we were, one day very soon.