souls167
It's been five years.
Five years of waiting, praying, and holding on to hope that sometimes feels like it's fading away.
Every time I hear the news of a friend welcoming their first baby, I smile - genuinely - yet deep inside, there's a quiet ache I can't put into words.
It's not envy.
It's just a whisper to God, "Why not me?"
I've tried everything - medicine, prayers, tears, and endless hope.
Each month feels like another test of faith, each negative result like a tiny piece of my heart breaking again.
But through all the pain, I've learned something beautiful:
That love isn't measured by the presence of a child, but by two people who keep holding on to each other even when the dream feels far away.
That waiting isn't a punishment - it's a sign that God believes I am strong enough to endure it.
Maybe today is not my time.
Maybe my prayers are still on their way to heaven.
But I believe that when the moment finally comes, every tear I've shed will turn into gratitude - because miracles are worth the wait.
So today, I stop asking "Why not me?"
And start whispering softly,
"If not now, maybe later. And when later comes... it will be beautiful.