Day One hundred and twenty seven - I am

Before me and Silvia started dating though, some relevant things happened. I had started working in a different mobile phone store than the one I'd worked before, and I got along pretty well with the people I worked with. Here and there some people drifted in and out of my life - nothing ever too serious, really. The job itself was another of the sort of dead-end job I'd end up accumulating - nothing terribly exciting, no prospects of moving up, and I only saw myself staying there for a few years before moving on to something else. But some of the people there I got on fine out of work too, and even after I left, some of them I kept in touch for a few years. It woud be during my early days at this job that I witnessed firsthand just how loyal Silvia was to me, and just how important I was to her - though I all but dismissed it at the time. Some years prior I'd had a bad kidney stone experience, one I thought would actually be the death of me. And maybe a couple of months into my relationship with SIlvia, while I was at work, I started to feel really bad. I'd gonr to the toilet to have a wee, and suddenly I felt as if all my energies had been drained out of me. Unfortunately, I knew this feeling all too well - my first kidney stone had had the same symptoms. I went back to work, said I was going straight to the hospital, texted Silvia - who worked pretty close to where I worked - and told her that I had to go to the hospital at once. I thought I was just letting her know what was up, but she immediatelt left work, met up with me, and went to the hospital. We had to get a taxi there, but I was already feeling bloody awful - I started throwing up, I was in pain, I was felling tetchy... and Silvia stuck with me. We went to the hospital together, and moments after we'd arrived I was already being whisked away by a nurse. He took me to a doctor, I described what I was feeling, he did some x-rays, and soon I had a drip inserted into my veins that took me to la-la land for a few hours. All the while, she waited for me. I don't know for how long, but she waited in the waiting room patiently, and when she saw me walk out of the emergency room, visibly dazed - I'd been given the all clear to walk out of the hospital seeing as I had someone there, and was prescribed some medication - she came up to me, asked what had happened, how I was feeling - I could see just how worried she was for me. Moreover, I felt something I could not hope to expect. I felt her love for me. And mine for her was there too. But I didn't know how to process it, how to open myself that way. At least not yet.