Meera~

I was lying beside him on the hospital bed. With my hand wrapped around his torso and face on his neck.

Each breath he took through that oxygen mask was a reminder that he fulfilled his promise. He made it. He is alive.

He is mine and even in the state of unconscious his fingers gripping was mine. "Oh Abram, where do I put my overflowing love for you?" I leaned up and kissed his jaw.

His long lashes was resting over his cheeks, he looks peaceful as if he has been resting after doing so much work.

But hasn't he done so much work? Always talking and yapping....