He learned, slowly and without relief, that love was not a cure. It did not erase memory or soften the past in the way people promised it would. Love simply stood beside pain and said: I will stay. And sometimes that was the cruelest truth of all.
المُتابَعون
قم بالتسجيل كي تنضم إلى أكبر مجتمع لرواية القصص
أو
