A masterpiece really. I can’t remember a story that made me feel this way. It hurts and it hurts so good. I realized that love is not always shouted, it is reflected in silent whispers of waiting and longing and in prayers. Love forgives and heals. Though the wounds truly never fades, you learn to live with it, acknowledge it, and grow with it. Love is not a burning flame that swallows everything within its path but a steady ember that flickers but stays even with a harsh blow of wind. And love is a kind reminder that life is worth living for. This story is so painful in a beautiful way I wish I could read this for the first time again
A masterpiece really. I can’t remember a story that made me feel this way. It hurts and it hurts so good. I realized that love is not always shouted, it is reflected in silent whispers of waiting and longing and in prayers. Love forgives and heals. Though the wounds truly never fades, you learn to live with it, acknowledge it, and grow with it. Love is not a burning flame that swallows everything within its path but a steady ember that flickers but stays even with a harsh blow of wind. And love is a kind reminder that life is worth living for.
This story is so painful in a beautiful way I wish I could read this for the first time again