In sickness and in health

I spent last night elsewhere and came home quite early this morning. As expected, the girlfriend had the chain on the door hence i couldnt get in. I knocked and she came to open the door. There are moments which seem to capture that which we feel profoundly, this was such a moment. A moment that had love written all over it. The smile on her face, her soft cheeks, her eyes. My girlfriend. I truly love her more than i can describe.



Many hours later and here i am not very happy. In the last 6-8 hours, 6-8 hours, she has gotten very ill. She felt cold, had a fever, aching limbs and even vomitted. It has been a while since someone i knew was so sick that they threw up. What is it about sickness that makes me feel unhelpful. When someone is sick, i always find myself wishing that i can snap my fingers and make it all better. While i am aware that just being there to hold their hand and lie next to them is a great deal of help, i always end up feeling like i am not doing a lot. I know this is not true but the feeling remains. As she lay there shivering and being very ill, all i can do is hold her hand and tell her that it is going to be ok. Her illness saddens me; It also makes clear just how much i love her.