A Good Life

“Good morning baby...” She said, with a smile glowing from the sun reflecting of her face.

There she is. The most beautiful girl my eyes ever laid upon, and she is there, right in front of me, wishing me good morning. I never knew what the perfect way is everyone does to start their day, but this is mine.

“Good morning boo…”

My cracking voice, still drowsy from my sleep, but happy to be woken up by an angel with the most gorgeous face. Does she know how beautiful she is? Does she know how lucky I am feeling right now? Does she know how much I love her? What am I doing? Of course, she does. I told her every single day.

“I know you don’t like to eat breakfast, but you got to eat something okay? I don’t want you to go to work on an empty stomach. I’ll make you your favorite Milo, and some toast and egg.”

Her eyes. She does this thing with her eyes that basically says, “I love you, thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome, sayang” I said as I got myself off bed and head to the kitchen.

“Let’s eat!” She said with a smile, something she never lacks whenever she’s with me.

As we were having our breakfast, I talk to her about everything, work, friends, office gossips. She is the only one that I know I can share everything about anything. We never swore about it or said it verbally, we just knew that we can trust each other, with no judgement. She reciprocates. She told me how much work she has and how much people kept on giving her more and more work, deep down I know, it’s because she can do it.

Your name is on every awards and recognition, on every committee, delivers everything that is expected of you. People love you baby. Not as much as I do, but everyone love you, and I love you for it. You’re way younger than me, and yet you’re my idol. I want to be like you. Having you by my side now is the first step. I adore everything that you do and excited to see what you are going to become.

While she talks, I slid in our very own inside jokes. Whether it’s anime reference, our favorite tv shows reference, she laughs at it all. After the laugh, she whispers the sincerest expression in the form of a sentence that was the reason I told her my jokes, the one sentence I never tired hearing, the one sentence I hope I will hear to my last dying breath;

“I love you…”

It gets me, every single time. My heart flutter every time she said it. At times, I want to cry when I heard it, but I hold it in, I want to appear strong in front of her. Strong enough to protect her and yet, sensitive enough to be her best friend.

“I love you more baby girl. Let’s get ready for work shall we”.

I got back from work. I open the door and she’s already on the couch, blanket covering her body. She looks at me and with a smile, happy to see me, she said;

“Faster boo. I want to watch this show with you. I don’t want to start it without you.”

She is amazing. Her taste in music and television shows is second to none. I enjoyed everything that she asked me to listen or watch. Maybe, I just enjoy spending time with her.

“Thanks baby for waiting, sorry I’m late” I said as I crawl into the blanket and sit right next to her.

As I put my arm around her shoulder, I caught her scent, and all the sudden, my problems disappear. Every day in my life I wanted this, to be together with the love of my life, watching our favorite television shows together, sharing our theories, and just love each other till the end of time.

“I’m fucking blessed”, I said to myself.

A lot of people have been cursed with bad relationship, but not me. I never believed in soulmate, but I do now. She’s the one. I found it and she’s staying. Luckiest man ever.

“4ever 5lyfe”, she said.

That’s her thing. Whenever she’s happy, whenever I did something just right, she’ll utter that sentence. Some people might think it doesn’t make any sense or doesn’t mean anything but for me, those words are everything.

As I lean towards her to kiss her forehead, I woke up. The room is dark. I can barely see anything. Something ran down my cheek. I wipe it away. My heart stop beating, sunken to the depth of my body. I am sick to my stomach.

"Not this again”, I said to myself.

This is not the first time, but every time it happens, feels like it is. The same thing, all over again, every single night. I don’t hate it. Maybe this is the best there is, maybe, I deserve this.

The end