Chapter 7 - Colorful Love

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I was walking around the hospital taking a twirl with my wheel chair, I started to discover new places in the hospital. I had my headphones on and I was listening to musics. I was wearing one of those hospital dresses, I drew a smile on my face, as the words *LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL* playful danced in my head.


I continued pushing my wheels to the Cafeteria, it was empty, there was a guy blowing his cigarette and slowing inhaling it, he was wearing a blue hat and an orange shirt and blue pants. I turned to look and see if there was anyone else. I spotted an old man sitting in the corner, he didn't look Kuwaiti at all. He was reading a book, a book written by Nicholas Sparks, one of my favorite authors, the book was "A message in a bottle". He then slowly turned the page over and reached out for his coffee that was on the table infront of him. I could see his face clearly now, his face was wrinkled and so were the bottom of his eyes, he had white hair, greenish/greyish eyes and he was sitting on a wheelchair which had two bags attached to it which were also attached into one of his hands, like a drip or something.


He noticed me staring at him so stopped and looked at me, he then slowly drew a smile on his face and his eyes sparkled, he then pointed and at me and gestured to me to come to him.

I slowly moved my wheelchair to where he was sitting, I kept quiet.




......: "Hello dear, you look lonely, want to join me?" His voice was cracky and tired.

Manal: "Umm no, it's okay, thanks anyways!"

.....: "I insist."

Manal: "Ummm okay, since you insisted, I don't mind joining you." I smiled.

He smiled back


....: "My name is Miles, and you're?" He stretched his hand out to shake my hand.

Manal: "Manal sir!" I shoke his hand as I replied.

Miles: "It's the first time I see you around here, are you new or something?"

Manal: "I just came a week ago or so, I fell off my horse and now I need to take a break from horse riding."

Miles: "Horses eh? Very unique creatures, they have a well developed sense of balance and a strong fight-or-fight instinct." He stopped for a minute and smiled as if trying to catch his breath, he had a hard time talking and breathing. "Did you know that horses can sleep while standing," He laughed as I smiled politely, "And we complain about how soft or rough the bed is!" He laughed again but this time he coughed as he laughed! "I used to have a horse, she was such a beauty" He smiled as his eyes sparkled.

Manal: "Really? What was her name?"

Miles: "Yes, her name was Precious."

Manal: "Im sure she was breathtaking" I bared my teeth at him.

Miles: "She sure was," He smiled "So tell me about yourself and about you lovely horse."



We sat and talked for hours and hours, I told him about spirit and about school and that I just graduated and about university and how I'm excited, while he told me about himself.


He was an old man in the age of 62, his wife, Savannah, died 3 years ago in a car accident and so did his 12 year old son, David! They didn't have except one boy, but he was gone with his mother. Miles was deeply in love with Savannah, he described her to me in detail, short blonde hair, green eyes, rosy cheeks, white soft skin. He told me he remembers the day they got married like it was yesterday. His son David used to play baseball, his life was sports, he would beg Miles to take his to the stands. The day of the accident, was David's birthday, they were driving down the road in North Carolina heading to a restaurant to celebrate, David kept on jumping around in the car since he was excited and Miles tried to calm him down, as Miles was looking at the backseat to tell David to tie his seat belt, a big bus came in there way and all Miles saw was a faint white light, then BLACK! He also heard the screaming of his wife, telling him to watch out. He woke up to find himself in the hospital and with the bad news that his son and wife had died. He continued living for nothing, no one to wake up to, no one to draw a smile on his face. He decided to change counties he didn't want to see people that reminded him of his wife and son, he didn't want people to feel pity for him, and talk behind his back, so he moved, he came to Kuwait! He never thought of getting married again, cause he says Savannah is still alive, still alive in his heart. After some years he started to get health problems and so he visited the hospital.



As he told me his story tears were beginning to form and make there where down his face, as he whipped them off and smiled trying to show me that he was okay.


He was a very sweet man and from the way he talked, he sounded educated! His smile never left his face even though there was a flood of tears trapped underneath. He had a broken heart, and he looked very tired.



Miles: "Manal?" He waved his hand in front of my face trying to get my attention.

Manal: "Huh? Oh umm sorry,"

Miles: "Im going to get some more coffee, would you like me to get you some on the way?"

Manal: "You rest Mr. Miles! I'll get you everything you need!"

Miles: "No dear, even though I'm an old man, I bet I can run faster than you," He laughed as I giggled.

Manal: "As you like, but I just drank my morning coffee, so you enjoy yours!"

Miles: "Haha okay, I'll be right back!"

Manal: "Take your time sir."





Miles left me sitting at the table as he moved his wheel chair to get more coffee, I reached out for his book and turned it around to read the blurb, suddenly a picture and an old yellow letter fell out. It was a picture of a women that looked in her 30's or so and a young boy that looked 6 years old. The women had yellow hair and green eyes, she was really pretty, and her smile was enchanting. The young boy held a baseball in his hand and had light brown hair, he was a copy of Miles and had his mothers eyes and smile. It was a photo of Savannah and David, his wife and son.


I then slowly opened the letter and began to read, it said:




Dear Savannah,

I miss you, my darling, as I always do. I can almost feel you beside me as I write this letter, and I can smell the scent of wildflowers that always reminds me of you. But at this moment, these things give me no pleasure. I feel sometimes as if the greatest part of who I am is slowly slipping away.


I am trying, though. At night when I am alone, I call for you, but there is no use. Last night, in my dreams, I saw you on the beach. The wind was blowing through your hair, and your eyes held the fading sunlight. You are beautiful, I think as I see you, a vision that I can never find in anyone else. I slowly begin to walk towards you, and when you finally turn to me, I notice that others have been watching you as well. "Do you know her?" they ask me in jealous whispers, and as you smile at me, I simply answer with the truth. "Better than my own heart."


I stop when I reach you and take you in my arms. I long for this moment more than any other. It is what I live for, and when you return my embrace, I give myself over to this moment, at peace once again.


I raise my hand and gently touch your cheek and you tilt your head and close your eyes. My hands are hard and your skin is soft, and I wonder for a moment if you'll pull back, but of course you don't. You never have, and it is at times like this that I know what my purpose is in life.


I am here to love you, to hold you in my arms, to protect you. I am here to learn from you and to receive your love in return. I am here because there is no other place to be.


But then, as always, the mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon, and I find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in as if to prevent escape. Like a rolling cloud, it blankets everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two of us.


I feel my throat begin to close and my eyes well up with tears because I know it is time for you to go. The look you give me at that moment haunts me. I feel your sadness and my own loneliness, and the ache in my heart that had been silent for only a short time grows stronger as you release me. And then you spread your arms and step back into the fog because it is your place and not mine. I long to go with you, but your only response is to shake your head because we both know that is impossible.


And I watch with breaking heart as you slowly fade away. I find myself straining to remember everything about this moment, everything about you. But soon, always too soon, your image vanishes and the fog rolls back to its faraway place and I am alone and I do not care what others think as I bow my head and cry and cry and cry.


Miles ....








Heart breaking
These were the only two words I could think of, the letter haunted me, it was so touchy.


Suddenly I heard someone call out my name, my heart started to beat faster, what if it was Miles? Would he get mad that i saw the picture and read the letter? I shouldn't of held the book! I slowly turned around with the picture and letter still in my hand. Caught red handed?


It was .....









MY OWN AREA:

Today i'm going to share something i wrote with you guys:



I keep opening doors, asking about you,
Where have you gone, where was the ghost that followed me around,
Where are you, I try to ask people about you,
But when i come to describe you, i don't know how,
I don't know who you are anymore, or how you look like,
I keep walking, lost, lonely, no one beside me,
Why have you left me, no goodbye, no take care, no nothing,
My heart is shattered, I look and look but you're no where to be found,
I try to remember you,
I think your name was....

Time - ( الزمن )