I miss that time full of prayer and love. Hoping-wishing for a much longer time with her. She was the sick one, but I was the virus. Contagious and making everyone sick with prayer. "Just keep praying," I would chant. I would grant my wish if it meant dying. She saw me beautifully singing on stage. I was singing for her, but she was too ill to realize. That dying wish of her life would bring me to my death. I take the poison from her body to send myself somewhere far away-all for her safety. Yet it was all for nothing. Three years later here she is by my side again leaving our family with a tragedy, but atleast we are together again, and i will never let anyone touch us.