I thought love was candlelit dinners and fairytales—until one night changed everything.
Through a cracked door, I heard my father groan in pain and my mother softly whisper, “I’m here.”
It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t easy. But it was real. In that raw moment, I finally understood what marriage truly means—choosing to stay, to show up, even when life is messy.
Love isn’t about perfection. Love is presence.
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