she lost him slowly, every time
he stopped listening.
Aisha, a schoolteacher with a
heart too big for her own good, once believed love could heal anything.
And for a while, it did
Morning teas shared with laughter. Evening walks beneath pink skies.
Her world felt safe, steady-anchored.
Even her students noticed.
“Miss, you always glow.”
But then came the silence.
The kind that fills every room but says nothing.
Promises cracked, tenderness vanished, and love-the thing that once lifted her-began
to weigh her down.
When the marriage finally
ended, she thought she’d breathe again.
Instead, every breath carried his name.
Sleep fled. Anger stayed.
Her mind became a replay of every fight, every wound, every word left unsaid.
Hatred arrived quietly-
in the headaches that wouldn’t leave,
in the way she flinched at kindness,
in the mirror that reflected someone she no longer recognized.
One night, her whisper broke
the silence:
“Why can’t I stop thinking about him?”
Then came a memory, a quote she once underlined in a book:
“If you love me, I’ll live in your heart.
If you hate me, I’ll live in your mind.”
And just like that, truth hit harder than heartbreak.
Love had once anchored her.
Now, hate was chaining her.
So, she chose release.
Emotional Therapy. Healing. Reclaiming the pieces she’d given away.
It wasn’t fast, it wasn’t easy but slowly, the storm inside her ran out of
thunder.
A year later, her students
noticed again.
“Miss, you’re glowing.”
She smiled, not because of who
she loved or lost-
but because she finally understood:
No comments:
Post a Comment