Beyond Our Perfection Lies A Faulty Neuron

It was the turn of a new resentful week after the news had spread like wildfire that the volunteer Patient Service Assistant, was a handsome young man with a cultivated mind and perhaps held what is said to be a good sense of humor.

Though I hadn’t seen anything as much as his shadows, my heart dramatically skipped a beat when people called his name. From his name, I could imagine how perfect his face and everything must be. They called him Bryan. Bryan Harvey Grayson, the son of the Mayor.

I had at first, thought about soliciting his attentions to my small dominion, but then again, I was Alexis Fisher; the young woman who ought to have been told that life ain’t a ball room where you have to wait for Prince Charming to kiss your hands and ask for the first dance. I could have skipped the formalities and make the first move. If only I had known... That Bryan waited for that.

Here is what I had thought about my life back then 1. I thought I was unfortunate to suffer from a Pulmonary Embolism 2. I thought it was unfortunate to be aware of the fact that my life really, was unfortunate. 3. I thought that no man on this universe would consider me as a gift to nature because I personally considered myself as more of a burden to nature.

Some persons I would not say were horrible, but rather inconsiderate humans, harbored special hatred for me. She said she couldn’t wait to have a bite of my death anniversary cake _ Martina Jason, the girl who posted countdown to my death day on her Instagram page. But poor Martina ended up passing away before me. She died in a plane crash. She was mistaken. A beautiful life does not wither away with a Pulmonary Embolism and neither does a beautiful life come to and end because of someone's bad wishes. Life simply ends when its a time up.

My life which I had mostly spent at a hospital that bored the survival instincts in me, turned out to blossom with the fall of the first snow. For the first time in my life, I smelled the scent of love. I smelled the scent of hope.

As I gazed out into the miles from the glass window of our small hospital room, I witnessed the breathtaking beauty of nature. Like small fluffy feathers drizzling down from the sky, the first set of snowflakes came falling to my eyes. I imagined in my head how icy the air would feel, and what the feeling of those snowflakes could be on my bare skin, and just when the thought had made me cringed to the idea of going outside to build a snowman, a figure came into view, standing with both hands stretched to their different directions. He was facing the sky and letting himself feel the fall of snow on his bare skin, doing exactly what I had imagined in my head.