I sit in the waiting room, hoping for a miracle. My eyes are moist with tears and my hands are trembling from when I first brought you in here today. I cannot believe that this ghastly incident occurred today. Had I known that I could inflict this kind of pain on you, I would changed my whole way of life. But as fate would have it, we are here now. Now, as you are battling life and death, I cannot help but recount the wonderful times we had together.
I met you on a cold evening such as this, in the store. I am sure you remember. It was a year ago. I can remember it as if it were yesterday. I remember gazing upon you, and immediately feeling like sun rose in the morning sky. The first time I looked into your bright eyes, it was as if a thousand lights just lit up the dark abyss that was my life. I am not a moral man, and you were not my first love. I shattered several relationships with wanton neglect and complacence, but you made me want to be a better man, a more careful man. I knew from the moment I saw you that I couldn’t take you lightly. Your slightest touch commanded respect and invoked envy in lesser mortals. Every time I saw you, a world of new possibilities opened up to me as I had never imagined before. Every time I felt low, you were there for me like nobody had ever been. Giving a patient hearing for even my most depressing and scary thoughts. You were my soulmate and my best friend. You were my anchor, constantly taking the burdens of my life into your dainty but determined hands, making my life less complicated. The world was my oyster when I was with you. I can almost feel the nights of passion, where the two of us were caught in the warm embrace of love. It was not only physical, but those endless conversations are some things I just can’t stand to be without.
I am not a religious man. But I am fervently praying to the powers that be. I cannot imagine a world without you by my side. I cannot hope for a better life without your touch. I cannot go another day without looking at your beautiful eyes, unraveling the mysteries of the world. They have told me that the chances of your survival are a million to one. I was not even allowed by the technicians inside, to visit you. Their nebulous responses have found my confidence ebbing away. I cannot imagine how water can have such a devastating effect on life. But I guess it was my neglect that got the best of you in the end. I cannot forgive myself. Now, as I sit here in the waiting room of the Blackberry Service Center, with nothing but the loneliness of my own thoughts. I say a small prayer for your life. A Prayer of Love.
