𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍

To love from a woman's heart was to give without counting, to carry without asking, and to believe even when belief was fragile. She thought he knew that-how rare it was, how sacred. But some nights, when she lay awake staring at the ceiling, she wondered if he had ever truly understood what her love meant, or if he only took it the way the earth takes rain-without thanks, without pause.