"Your love no longer circles"… Life is split into “before” and “after.” Scraped knuckles. A heart torn to shreds. Time stands still. I can’t think. Breathe. Move. Her voice in my head—words that tore the soul into pieces. Stupid photos on social media. Thoughts that dig the pit deeper and deeper. Feelings. Memories. Work doesn’t help. Damn time doesn’t heal!
But then the accidental laughter of some child makes me take my first deep breath without pain. His mother’s sad eyes—feel the beating of my wounded heart. Can they heal my love? Can I bring happiness back into their lives? I—