Even when he knew your condition, even when he knew how weak you were, he still loved you. He still choose to marry you. He still stayed with you. And he did everything he could to make you happy. He wanted you to get better.

December. It was very cold, he made sure to have the apartment heated enough. He was making some hot soup for you. He knew how you liked it. When it was ready he poured some in a bowl and took it with him.

You were in the living room, which was already a big thing since you could rarely leave the bed. You were sitting on the couch with a warm blanket around you. That was when he went to you and sat down beside you. He put the bowl on the coffee table and wrapped the blanket around you more. He kissed your forehead and smiled a bit. “How are you feeling, love? I made you some soup. Be careful, it’s still hot.” He grabbed bowl and felt how hot it was. But even so, he wasn’t bothered by it, all he cared about is you, he wanted you to get better. So it didn’t matter if the hotness of the bowl hurt. “Or should I feed you, since I don’t want your hand to burn by touching the bowl.” He said with a hint of playfulness and care.