𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ✓

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I stood there frozen, my heart pounding in my chest, unable to breathe. My world had just collapsed around me. The air felt thick, and my vision blurred. It felt like my heart had stopped, and I could barely force myself to take a breath.

This can’t be happening. Not to him. Not to my Siddique.

The reality of his words hit me like a tidal wave. I felt an unbearable weight pressing down on me, suffocating me. Tears streamed down my face, and I felt an overwhelming urge to scream, but no sound came out. My body trembled as I fought to stay upright, feeling as if my legs might give out at any moment.

I can’t lose him. I can’t.

The thought of him lying injured, or worse, was too much to bear. I felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. Despair and panic caused through my veins, and I wanted to crumble to the ground and die right there.

Please, God, let him be okay. Please, let him be okay.

With trembling hands, I dialed his mother’s number, hoping for some miracle, some way to make this nightmare end. The phone rang and rang, and each second felt like an eternity.

Please answer. Please answer.

As I waited, my mind raced with thoughts of Siddique, our memories, our moments together. The idea of a future without him was too painful to contemplate. I had to see him, and I had to be with him. No matter what, I had to be there for him. I couldn’t lose him. Not now. Not ever.

I ran out of the park, desperate, and got into the first auto I could find, asking the driver to take me to the government hospital where they were taking Siddique. His mother didn’t pick up the call; maybe she was busy at work.

As I sat there, clutching my phone in disbelief, the thought of losing Siddique, even for a moment, sent a piercing pain through my heart. It was in this moment of sheer panic and desperation that I realized just how deeply I loved him.

I love him. Oh God, I truly love him.

The memories of our time together flashed before my eyes. His laughter, his smile, the way he always knew how to make me feel better. Every moment we had shared now felt even more precious, as if they were pieces of my heart.

The idea of not having him in my life was unbearable. It wasn’t just that he was my best friend, my confidant, my partner in crime. He was my everything. He was the one who understood me like no one else ever could, who accepted me with all my flaws and insecurities.

The weight of this realization was almost too much to bear. I had always known I cared for him deeply, but this fear of losing him brought my feelings into sharp focus. I loved him more than I had ever allowed myself to admit.

It wasn’t just a friendship or a budding romance. It was love—real, deep, and all-encompassing. The kind of love that scared me because it made me vulnerable, but at the same time, it gave me strength and hope.