Today was the day of the surgery. I couldn't sleep that night. I thought about the surgery too much. I was sitting in the waiting room, with my hand woven into his hand. I was getting clammy and my four head began to heat up. I felt dizzy and nauseous. What is the surgery didn't work? What would I do without him? I couldn't live without him. I felt as if, if you died part of me would die to.

They finally called his name up. We both stood up and I looked into his deep brown eyes. Tears from my eyes. I couldn't lose him now. Our story was only beginning. I looked thoughtfully at him. I think he can sense that I was afraid because he took me to his chest and helped me. He looked at me and kissed me. This kiss was like no other. It wasA goodbye kiss. It was so sweet and innocent but at the same time it was deadly. I hated those kisses. We broke away and you finally kissed me on my four head. Tears and filled his eyes too as he was crying. The doctor took him in and I was left alone, waiting, hoping, praying, he would survive.

I half-hour had passed by and still no sign at the doctor. I became restless and got up. I walked over to the coffee machine and poured myself a cup of coffee. A man who looked about a couple years older than I came up next to me. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. His face was sincere.

"What are you here for?" He asked me.

"Um my boyfriend is undergoing surgery." I say looking at my coffee.

"Oh sorry to hear that. What for?"

"Brain cancer. Glioblastoma."

"Oh. Hope he makes it out."

"Thanks." I say walking away smiling.

And our has gone by and that's when the doctor came in. I stood up, like shaking with fright and concern. I wonder if he's doing OK? I thought to myself.

"Doctor." I say shaking his hand.

"Matthew is okay. We still need to do more surgery. We're half way through. We still aren't sure how he'll feel or how much he'll remember."

"Okay thank you."

The doctor left I was alone again. Frightened and alone.

The man I saw from earlier came up to me and sat next to me. He didn't say anything except for his name. Then he took my hand and his and we sat there together. He made me feel as if everything was OK. I guess some people just have that effect on you. See you later the doctor came out and told me some news about Matthew. This was good news of course and I helped him with joy. I spring up from AC wrapped my arms around the man from earlier. His name was Randy Johnson. He was an old friend of Matthews. The doctor so we could go in and see him but there's a slight chance But he'll remember us.

Scribbled out the door and into the room that Matthew were staying. Spring into his arms but there's a problem. I just know there is something is off about him.

" Matthew? Do you remember me? It's Bridget, your girlfriend."

" yes of course I remember you. How can I ever forget you."

" then what's wrong babe?"

" it's uh It's my legs." He begins, "the part of my brain that tells my legs to move, they couldn't get to that part. My legs are paralyzed." He begins crying. I hug him tightly.

"That doesn't matter to me. As long as your still you." I say crying now too.

"I can't walk or run anymore!" He raises his voice.

"Matthew."

"I can't feel my legs!"

"It's okay. Everything will be okay."

He looks at me. "No it won't. It'll never be the same."

"Matthew it's okay, compared to what could've happened to you."

"I would've rather died than this." He looks away.

I draw in breath surprised by his answer. I back away.

"I didn't mean it like that. Bridget I love you." He says opening his arms up.

"I know how you must feel and I'm sorry. I wish there's something I could do." I say allowing him to hug me.

He kisses my forehead lightly. We sit there for a while. Somehow I knew that no matter what we would always be together. All the hardships and victories. He's been there for me and I've been there for him. We will always be together. I couldn't let anything come between us, ever.