Wheel chair

The only female presence ever wanted after his mother,Was her, it was never about sex or the feel of her skin, Her mere presence would light up his life, like that of 1000 sunrises. He thought of her as he rolled on his wheel chair. In the raging days of his youth, He loved her insanely Now he couldn't walk. The day she left him with out any reason, he lost his sense and like any other fanatic lover he tried to commit suicide. He wrote her name and moved in his chair with a fainting smile