"love was in air"

Everyone of us have a story.Though everyone of us may not have a title of our stories.Truly just being alive is a story,as simple as that.

He was admitted with respiratory failure on a ventilator.He had a failing heart and a losing brain.He could not talk,breath,recognize.His life was dependent on machines and medicines.He was alive,as some of us said,because his time was not yet up.

His story was rather untold until I saw him while she came to visit him.In her presence,he started mouthing words,he was smiling,his heart rate went high and he needed medication.Everyone saw what happened but no one knew how it happened.

To some,life,love and soul mate remain fascinating aspects of stories of life.To other,how he felt what we did not, remain beyond reason and understanding.I felt though love was in air and he breath in as life.