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When I heard that Redbull met with an accident at work, terrors swept through my heart & left nothing but debris. Yes, his middle finger was all that was involved but the vivid words, 'hospital' and 'operation', made calming down seem like a total stranger to me.
I may have my negative thoughts clouding up my mind at times, but I've never been one who wallows in negativities for long. They bid me goodbye as soon as they said Hi. But when I picture my love ones in pain or in harm, I picture the worst scenario my mind could possibly conjure up. What if I lose him? What if the trivial stitchings of his wound were messed up by the surgeon? Hospital itself is a mournful place. To me that is. I know there are births of new life, recovering from illnesses and what nots. But the tragedies that have occurred and will occur in there outweigh those happy moments. So this mournful place wasn't exactly the best place to be if my mind is in need of breeding positive thoughts at that point.
Heaves of relief till my mouth literally went dry when I knew he's fine, that we're still gonna be fine together.
Us; it's never so much of our great minds think alike but more of our love think alike.
ps: All I want is to feel appreciated. To know that you don't take even the simplest thing I do for you for granted.
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