Love

There is no illness more painful than love. Being separated from the person you love and who loves you is a suffering that is felt throughout your entire body: the heart aches, the soul suffers, the head feels like it's going to explode. Your eyes are always red with tears, you can't eat, sleep, or do anything. You just want to close yourself off and cry, praying that the person you love finds a way to come back to you.

I love my husband this way, and he loves me with all his soul. I pray day and night to have him near. The distance is unbearable, and every day without him is a torment. I feel the void he has left, as if a part of me has been torn away.

In these difficult moments, I try to remember that our love is a powerful force, capable of overcoming any obstacle. Every prayer I say is a hope that fate will reunite us soon. I know that he is suffering too, and this gives me the strength to keep fighting.

Even though the pain is immense, I try to find small moments of comfort. I think of the happy memories we have shared, the laughter, the moments of togetherness. I try to surround myself with people who care about us, who support me and give me strength.

And even though my heart is in pieces, I continue to believe that our love will triumph. Distance may separate us physically, but it will never extinguish the deep bond that unites us. I pray that soon I can embrace him again, and in the meantime, I live with the certainty that our love is my guide and my hope.