“May, i want THAT…”

i looked at the direction T was sort of longingly gazing, and the sight made me a little warm inside.

it was still visiting time, most of the doors were still open. the patient was on the first bed, just a few feet away from the nurse station. she was in her mid 70s, and he was in his late 70s. she had a stroke, and her left side was weak. he was on a chair next to her bed. his eyes, though tired and weary, were taking in everything that she was. she looked asleep, and he was stroking her hair, ever so gently, almost afraid that his touch will disturb her.

no words were spoken, but a million things were heard.

i hope we will make it through and stay like THAT…

“but i’ll never have it…i’ll never find THE ONE…” T’s words were almost whispered.

i asked her why not.

“because it’s too late. i already messed all the possibilities, and now i will never have THAT. not me, not ever.”

“T…he will come when you least expect him…”

“i’m serious May, you are lucky. i can see you and your husband having THAT in the future, but me? will i ever have THAT?”

“T…”

i gave her a little awkward hug. T is one of those good nurses. and although she may have occasional bouts of what she calls her “bitchy moods”, mostly when doctors or other nurses are not doing what is expected of them, i have no doubt you will consider it a blessing to be her patient if you ever become one.

“T…”

what was i supposed to say anyway? i was not only unprepared to see this side of T that i have never expected, but i actually do not have something sensible to say. i know what she meant, and i am not going to pretend that i didn’t get it.

i had nothing sensible to say. i don’t have any explanations. it is not like i have done something really grand in the past that made me deserving of a prize. and it is not like she was a totally hideous, mean woman undeserving to be loved.

i know a lot of people who are happy, and i know a lot of people who are lonely, based on the premise of loving and being loved. as far as i’m concerned, anyone who wants love, should be given the chance to experience it. love that is given, and taken. but it has never been black or white. it’s never because others are better, or others are worse. it is not like that at all.

it is just because a lot of things do not make sense. especially true love. the who and the why. who finds it. who doesn’t. why some find it, why some don’t.

it does not make sense to me that a lot of people who are seemingly capable of loving someone unconditionally, are never given the chance to meet that someone to share that love with, and receive it in return.

it does not make sense to me that in a world full of people who want to find real, lasting love, a lot of people end up with no one, and nothing.

if faithful, unselfish love makes our life more beautiful,

why is it that a lot of people are deprived of this beauty?