To my sweethearts,
I’ve been meaning to share this with you for days now, but I haven’t had the courage. About 1.5 months ago, I was in a bad accident. I survived, but frequent hospital visits have become a part of my life, and it’s not something I ever wanted. Since the accident, I’ve struggled to stay positive, but to be honest, even before it happened, I wasn’t in the best state of mind.
Seven months ago, I started working at a company as an intern. Later, I opened this account for some refreshment, and through it, I met amazing people, including my soulmate, my baby Lana. Life was going well—I was working hard and feeling good. Then, I broke my leg, but I stayed optimistic, thinking life would still turn out fine.
I’ve always been a simple girl who just wants a peaceful life, but trouble found me anyway. Around this time, I found out that a senior colleague, who had been asking about my wellbeing, had a crush on me. It was unexpected because we had never even spoken before. He seemed perfect—still does. We eventually started talking, and it felt like something out of a fairy tale.
I got a permanent job, had great colleagues, and this amazing guy who said he’d wait for me until I was ready. Life seemed perfect. Later, I was transferred to fieldwork, which was tough because the people there were different, and I faced many challenges. That senior colleague offered to help me, and I accepted. Eventually, I returned to my original workplace, and I thought I had found someone truly caring who could accept me with all my scars.
