Endless Soul
The awareness of his situation made us appreciate what we had more than ever.
Other times we would simply talk, something about nothing and sometimes about everything. He told me that he was not afraid to die and that he had no regrets about the life he had lived. As days goes by, as we became more aware that time was running out, there was a level of pure love and understanding between that it is hard to articulate, to process, and to accept that time will come and he will eventually left me…alone.
He was consumed by his illness every day, he was already on his weakest point, his body changed even more, you wouldn’t recognized his appearance anymore, but my heart still does.
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