My Guardian Angel

I have problems with my laptop, needs to service and format. I didn’t write quit long because I lose my ability to write, to choose between words and write in proper sentences. I also have problem with my eyes. Every night I can’t sleep. My half part of body got cramped and my head still in pain. Every time I couldn’t breathe properly, I am afraid that was the last day I alive.

I love you very much. I love until death make us part. I pray God give me one more day to breathing. I wish I could give you more happiness. I want you in my arms, hold you close and feel your gasp. I pray I could give you bright future and spend our old days together.

Some said, I should stop fighting and let God handle the rest. They might think that is the best for me. They are wrong. I won’t stop fighting. I won’t...

When I lay beside you and looking to your face, I feel so in love. When I in pain and you touch my hand simply made me feel comfy. Your magic hands made me feel better. Thanks for always stay strong with me, honey. I love you with all my heart and soul. I love you the way you are. I always want to be your man, your protective man.

I am handicapped and you still want me in your life. I am half death and you still love me. I am lucky to have you in my life. There are no words to say how glad I am to have you in my life.

You’re my guardian angel.

Fatwa Pujangga

Sejak berkongsi hati dengan wanita sentimental sifatnya, heavy metal sudah hilang dari diri.

Thanks for the strength you gave me

I wish I have words to pen down. But I don’t have anything to write. This week seems nothing to me as I just lying in my bed. I even can’t read. It seems that one of precious gift from Him will be take away. I hope not. I have problem with my eyes, both.

Honey, I know you can be my eyes but I still need these eyes at least to look deep into your eyes. Am I going to losing this too? Please, don’t take this from me. I need these eyes. I am not ready to lose my eyes. Who does?

I did radiotherapy on Monday. And yes, the side effects made me become worse. That the things that I am going to share with anybody. I could not share how hurt it is. It’s hurt….

There are books on my table and beside my pillow that I wanted to read. Not to read and write is painful. One of my other worlds is not in my hand anymore. I wanted to write, to read. It is enough if I can read daily newspaper. I just wanted to hold a paper in my hand.

But…my energy is so weak. I could not hold a glass even.

Honey, I love you. Thanks for the strength you gave me.