Chapter Twenty Five: Ya Adam...
HALAAT
I believe nothing will happen to you unless what God has written for you. Every action, every tiny detail that shapes your life is all planned by God.Adam hasn't remembered me yet and I am stuck in this place where hope seizes to exist. I watch him everyday as he drifts further away from me, while we become strangers again. My silence has became his favourite sound, he no longer questions it. He started working, he comes back late at night when I am fast asleep. I barely get to see him.
Tomorrow, Tomorrow is our anniversary. Our wedding anniversary. Will it make a difference even if I tell him? I have decided that I am going to move far away from here. Maybe I'll move to London or maybe even Turkey. I can't stay here in this country facing my truth every morning, I can't live in this cold home, where the walls have become listeners of my heart. I am packing and leaving. I tried, I tried. I tried pictures, videos, I tried everything. Everything I do only pushes him away, maybe my absence will cause more good to his life. Maybe this is the way my story is supposed to go. Forgotten Love.
I'll give him what he wants... His freedom. He got the papers, the divorce papers. He gave them to me and in that moment all my dreams washed away right in front of me and disappeared. In that moment all my night mares came true. Could this be? My story was just timed happiness.
The nursery for the baby remains untouched. I don't have the strength in me, I can't do it. Every time I enter the room, a piece of me just dies.This is my story and I will have to expect it. My love didn't die, he only forgot my name.
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End of part 1 of Modest Heart.
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Modest Heart
SpiritualModest Heart is about love and lonely hearts. In a world full of negativity, one radiant soul Halaat, seems to be the calmness in everyone's heart. Halaat's life changes completely when she meets Adam. Two different souls, will come together. Putti...