Unfinished Lovestory

Tears run down my face as I realize I can't move and the soft glow of the recovery room lights beam into my eyes. All I want is him by my side telling me everything will be ok. I don't want to be here by myself..where is he? Before I can see him I feel the soft touch of his hand as he gently strokes the tears away from my face. "I love you." he says and I know he does. But the thought of why I'm lying there brings it all back to me again. I failed him. I know I did. Hot tears once again race down my face as they create a pool of sorrow on the recovery room pillow again. Where was God in all this. I begin to wonder if there is a God and why is he doing this to me? We all come to a time in our lives when we wonder "Why???" We doubt ourselves, we doubt our faith, and we doubt the reason why we were created. Do I believe in miracles anymore? And do miracles really exist? Once again I hear him whisper..."I love you." Does he really or does he just know that's what I need to hear. All I can think to say is "I'm sorry.