If Someone will ask what pain is -
For me Of course —
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The deepest pain isn't just losing someone — it's standing there, seeing your lover and husband lying lifeless on the floor, blood pooling from his wrist, and realizing you almost lost him. It's the moment your hands tremble as you try to pick him up, screaming his name, terrified you’re already too late. That’s the kind of pain that leaves scars no one else can see.
I may not have written this before, but people say putting your pain into words can help heal it, even if just a little.
Two months have passed, but the fear still lives inside me. The fear of losing him. The fear of not being able to save him. The fear of not understanding him when he needed me most. That day was the worst of my life, and the memories haven’t faded.
I can still feel my hands covered in his blood, shaking, as the doctors rushed him into the ICU. That moment changed something in me forever. The only thing that matters now is him — his health, his happiness, his life. And I’ll carry that promise with me, no matter how heavy it gets.
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