Iloveyousister Stories

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- Cadence.

I never thought love could be both the greatest blessing and the most painful wound of my life. It's strange how the heart chooses without logic, without permission. And mine chose you. A woman wrapped not in extravagance or flirtation, but in peace, silence, and devotion. A woman who belongs not to me, not even to herself, but to something higher, It wasn't instant, not some lightning-strike cliché. It was quiet, like how the first light of morning slips through a window. I noticed your kindness first. Then your smile. Then the way you looked at people, like you saw their souls, not just their faces. There was a calm about you that made the world feel less cruel. Being around you made me feel... safe, seen. Like for the first time, I didn't have to pretend to be more or less than I was. But I started imagining what it would be like if you weren't bound by vows, if you could laugh with me, cry with me, share this messy, beautiful life. I imagined waking up beside you, not in a fantasy way, but in a way that meant coming home. But you were never mine to imagine. I know you didn't choose this lightly. Your faith, your path-it's sacred. I admire you for it. But it didn't stop me from falling, and it hasn't helped me move on. They say the greatest love stories are the ones we never get to finish. Maybe they're right. Maybe the point of you wasn't to be mine, but to show me what love at its purest really looks like. You taught me that love can be selfless, painful, holy. That sometimes, we love not to have-but simply to honor. And still, there's a part of me that whispers your name in the quiet moments, when no one's around. A part that still aches. I try to let go, but the truth is, I don't know if I'll ever stop loving you. You were my greatest love. And also, my greatest loss. If you're somewhere out there, I hope you're at peace. I hope you're smiling. Even if it's not for me.