Below is a revised version of my previous post story entitled, "I love you Hon"
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"I love you, my dearest Hon."
"And I love you too, always, my beloved wife."
In those fleeting moments, we basked in a happiness reminiscent of the fairy tales I had devoured in my youth. These are the cherished memories that shall be etched in my soul until the very end of my days.
At that time, everything felt surreal; my body moved as if guided by an unseen force, and I found myself enveloping my husband in a tender embrace. I could feel the warmth of his tears cascading down my cheeks, yet I smiled upon him, a beacon of solace amidst our shared sorrow. As I gazed into his eyes, a thought struck me: "Oh God, how perfect this man is." It was as if the heavens had answered my prayers from countless sleepless nights. To others, he may not have seemed flawless, but to me, he was nothing short of divine. He surpassed all expectations; at times, I could not help but ponder, "He deserves so much better; why must it be me?" God had taken His time crafting him, sculpting him with exquisite care for my heart alone.
"It shall be well, my Hon," I reassured him.
His tears flowed freely, and I witnessed the tempest of anger swirling within his gaze. Yet I endeavored to calm him with gentle pats upon his head and a sincere smile. Gradually, he seemed to find some measure of peace.
A heat enveloped me—both on my back and front; I was drenched. The grim truth dawned upon us both: it was blood. I had been grievously wounded. Yet all my focus remained on him; I sought to soothe his troubled spirit.
I would harbor no regrets for this sacrifice—not this time. He had devoted himself to me throughout our union; thus, in this singular moment, I would not falter.
"Are you well, my Hon? Have you been harmed?" I inquired.
"How could you? Why did you do this? You could have—" he implored, his words tumbling forth amidst his tears.
"Because I loved you profoundly."
"But—"
"Please cease your weeping; I assure you, I am alright."
Yet still, he cried.
"Hold on; rescue shall soon arrive."
I felt my strength waning. No one knows my body better than I do. This night would be my last; I sensed the wound had struck a vital part of me. Why must it be nightfall?
"Hon, my love?"
"Yes?" he replied, his voice trembling.
"I love you."
Once more, his tears flowed freely. "Hagulgol ang buang." (Translation: "The fool is crying.")
"I love you dearly as well."
"Enough with the tears, please."
"Promise me this: love our daughter more than you love me from this day forth—"
"Stop it, Hana! You will be fine! Just hold on!"
"Listen to me: I have no regrets. My love for you is boundless. My happiness lies in our shared moments."
His sorrow was palpable; yet amidst it all, I smiled.
"I beg your forgiveness for being obstinate and pasaway (Translation: "hard-headed") with you—for your unwavering understanding and unconditional love."
"Please find joy with our daughter. Seek another woman who will—"
"No one can ever replace you!" he declared fiercely.
"It is simply that I desire your happiness. Live fully with our daughter. Understand her as deeply as you have understood me. Embrace a life without regrets. Everything has its purpose; never forget that."
I found myself unable to lift my hand to caress his face.
"Do you comprehend? Know that I shall always watch over you."
I sensed his yearning to express more but he held his tongue. My heart swelled with love for him.
"I am here. My love for you is eternal," he vowed.
"I know... and I cherish that truth. I love you too."
"May I rest now, Hon? Sleep beckons."
His cries were relentless as he clutched me tightly; yet numbness enveloped my body.
"You may rest. Sleep well, my honey."
"Thank you. I love you," he murmured as I smiled at him and pressed a gentle kiss upon his lips before surrendering to the darkness.
Life is fleeting, yet love endures beyond the confines of time. We may stumble in our pursuit of love, yet it lingers and ultimately prevails. Though we may not always recognize it, love remains steadfast—perhaps not in this life but in the next one granted to us by Providence.
The dreams that have danced through my mind: finding a man who would stand by me; securing a fulfilling vocation; marrying; welcoming a child into our lives; growing old together—all these aspirations linger still.
Perhaps not in this lifetime but in the next—I shall be with you forevermore. Here shall I wait for you both, Hon and our child. Indeed, I'll be watching over you two as well. My love for both of you knows no bounds; you are the greatest gifts bestowed upon me by God Himself. You are treasures beyond measure in my heart.
Fairy tales do not always conclude with a happily ever after; oftentimes they take an unexpected turn into darkness. Yet we cling to hope and believe that amidst the chaos and despair of reality, joy shall ultimately prevail.
