Chapter 6: What Love Really Means
For a moment, I could not speak.
All the pride, all the petty arguments, all the cold silences that had seemed so important during our final months together dissolved beneath the weight of that sentence.
I had thought love was built in bright rooms.
A shared apartment. A planned future. Names whispered for children we never got to hold. Morning tea. Grocery lists. Festivals. Laughter in the kitchen.
But sitting on the clinic floor beside my ex-wife, I understood something I should have known much earlier.
Love is not only proven in the easy days.
It is proven when the world collapses and someone still reaches for your hand in the wreckage.
I did not care about the divorce papers. I did not care about the two months of silence. I did not care what anyone would say.
I reached for Maya and pulled her gently into my arms.
She trembled once.
Then she held on… Continue Reading ⬇️