Illness

Sajira got the flu a few days before the wedding. It's incredible. He trembles with fever and turns over in bed like a pet because he can't stand still.

I have been to the supermarket for duties but not for pleasure. I didn't want to leave my girlfriend alone at home but I couldn't choose. Sometimes I think we should take a girl to clean the house and in these moments stay at home with Sajira to take care of her high fever.

I have heard that high fevers can cause serious problems, I would not want my Sajira to risk his life or worse die.

I love it as if it were a star, my little reachable star.

I shook her sweat-soaked hand.

I cried for her. I am exaggerated I know.

Is it that I'm terrified that this sweet and ethereal soul can vanish at any moment you understand it?

I cry on the bed. On the bed where she lies like dead weight.

With a feeble hello he greets me.

My woman is sick.

I think back to when I met her ... her sweet and stressful laugh at the same time.

Now the heart seems to me a black place, from which only other darkness filters.

Sadness is full of custom, has become familiar with my soul. I don't want to read or write a letter. Nothing satisfies me.

I am no longer anything.

I never imagined that a fever could be so dangerous ...

How would I do without her? I can't live without his face his hands on mine ...

Damn this madness !!! I bless the day I met her but I curse myself for the love that I can't retract at least to save myself from this pain.

Soon I feel that I will lose my head.