Darling, I know...
I have suffered serious damage in an accident, lying in bed all day long.
He comes, and sits at my bedside. I told him I would become a thinker. "When?" he asked, smiling. "In no time," I answered. "See? Every day, I lie here, thinking and thinking, can't I be?" He watched me, so gently. He has so attractive big eyes, with long and curly eyelashes, which even make pretty girls envy, now, covered with indulgent love and blood-streaks.
I groan faintly, for my pain. He weeps silently, for the pain I'm bearing. Teardrops dripped on my hand, which he was holding tightly.
Sometimes, I rattle incoherently, and he seems never get bored. I think he is absent-mindedly while listening, but at times he giggles and repeats the illogical parts in my words, then smilingly gives ear to my grinning explanations.
One night, it occurred to me to eat some sock. He hurried out. When he came back, he told me that he had checked two supermarkets to cover my list. "I hit a lamppost." He told me calmly. "Did you get hurt?" I cried out. "No, but I drove back hastily." I chuckled, "Are you afraid that the lamppost would lift itself and ran after you all around?" "No." His gazed at me, smile full of his eyes and the corner of the mouth. "But I was really fear of someone who jumped out to catch me and gave me a penalty."
Every time he leaves, he bents over, gently holding my face in both his big and warm hands. "Promise me to have a good rest, you will recover soon." He whispers. I can read the endless tender affection but attic faith in his eyes. I can say nothing, just nod like a good girl. Tear rushed up to my nose. I know, only in his comprehensive arms, can I grow unbridled, weep happily, sleep sweetly, wait hopefully...through my life.
Yes, darling, I know, I always know...