He paid 300 bucks for picking up few blue flowers and yellow roses after ten minutes of vigorous thinking and searched for dark chocolate in the nearby store- Dark Belgium chocolate with less sugar and no milk. He grabbed a shabbily written letter perched in a red envelope from his pocket which was written over the past week and put them all together, tidily in a red basket tied with a purple ribbon. He gave it a one proud look and set off in his car. He looked into the car mirror, running his fingers through his hair about six times in two traffic breaks and adjusted his tie over ten times. It was a big day after all.
He reached the place in twenty minutes and just before leaving the car he dropped a small velvet box into the basket. He got out and got into a huge building with white walls and glass ceilings, he took the stairs to the ward-157. He couldn’t stop throwing quick glances at the velvet box with every climbing step, wearing a nervous smile. He has been walking the same stairs for four years but today felt different, today felt special. He reached the ward, Alzheimer psychic ward.
He nudged the cold glass door open and stepped in, his gaze fixed on a man who was staring out of the window. He threw himself at him almost instantly in spite of his unstoppable protests to get him off. The nurse smiled, like she did at his every visit. He finally let go after John punched him twice and the basket fell off his grip spilling all its contents on the cold floor of the ward. The nurse hurried to help and beamed at the sight of the velvet box. John was muttering something under his breath looking away from the scene into the window in desperate hope of something or someone.
John – The cloud in his sky, the strings to his music, the key to the unexplored places of himself. John has been looking out for someone every day from past 4 years. But someone else showed up for him with his favorite things, sometimes sugar coated cookies or sour candy muffins and sometimes a Liverpool jersey or a brand new watch collection; but not from ‘the one’. He didn’t know the one he kept waiting for. He never knew. He never knew that the one he waited for was the one who showed up every day.
After picking up the basket, Jerry walked up to John and bent down slowly on his knees behind him and opened the velvet box gently and pulled out the letter out of the envelope with his left hand and read softly “Hey Johny, so I have been planning this from quite some time. Four years. Quite a time uh? It’s been different all these years not having you around. I eat and sleep alone and even talk to myself at times when the incessant silence haunts me. It’s hard not to break down, more of a necessity. Your absence suffocates me, your vague presence angers me. I am losing myself without you. I need you. I need everything back. I need my mate back. The one who laughed over my silly jokes and lent his shoulder when I got mushy. The one who looked into my eyes and never blinked.” His voice shaking now, “Okay, so I picked up these lines from the local wedding last week. I thought they were cheesy so lemme try” he said taking a deep breath “I shall be with you through all the storms and springs, through all the pain and happiness. I shall not give up on you yet, not now and not ever. Will you marry me? Will you stay? Will you hold on to me?” he broke off sinking his head down in tears and looked up to see that John hadn’t turned around but was still staring away into the window.
It was May 2. It was on this day, four years ago that they vowed to hold on to each other no matter what, to never give up on each other come what may. And here they were holding on to their promises, but the only difference was that one knew who he had to hold on to and stood there looking at the other in love while the other looked in hope for someone he doesn’t recognize anymore. And never did they give up, but battled through all the trammels. Their memories drove their spirits, their love blinded their realities and the entangling trust between them broke the shackles of uncertainties of their future.
And thus they always lived and remained for each other, like things that were meant to stay but not together.
Note : Alzheimer is a mental disease that flushes out the memories and destroys other important brain functioning of a person.