Some promises are meant to last a lifetime, even if love doesn’t.
It all began when I was just 19. They say first love can never be forgotten — and maybe they’re right. When our little princess came into this world, we made a promise together: that we would make her life nothing short of heaven. We vowed she would never feel a lack of love, that we would stand by each other and sail through life hand in hand.
For years, we built dreams, beautiful ones — for ourselves and for her. But somewhere along the way, I lost sight of when things began to change. I don’t know when the distance slipped in, or when love started to fade. Slowly, the promises that once felt unbreakable turned fragile, and the dreams we painted together shattered quietly.
Today, it feels like my entire nervous system is shattering under the weight of lost love and broken promises. I stand alone, holding the dreams we once had for our daughter, every nerve aching with the emptiness left behind. It’s fate that brought me here, not choice, yet I still hold on to hope, love, and the promises I made to her.
Venu, I still want to believe that what we had was true, that our love was real. Maybe it was fate that led us here, not choice. You will always remain in my prayers, just like every other day.
But unlike you, I will keep our promise — till my last breath.
And as I turn this page of my life, I choose to see not just what’s lost, but what still remains — the courage to love deeply, the strength to move forward, and the hope that life, even after endings, can still be beautiful in new ways.
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