I could feel my own eyes shining just by staring at my man who is peacefully sleeping. I would never get enough of this view. He is so calm; there is no single hint of worriedness and trouble. He is such an angel.
A tear made its own way down my cheeks that I hurriedly wiped away, scared that he might see me crying at this early morning. He never wanted me to feel any pain that he would rather act like he is not hurting just for me to be fine- or not to worry. But deep inside of me, I am dying… I feel like dying every time I see him wince in pain. My heart twinges when he awakes in the middle of the night because of the damn suffering his cancer gives him.
He looks different than the first time I saw him; he is paler, thinner, and weaker. Every time, I just want to cry my hear
