It was terrifying.
It was traumatic.
It was everything I didn’t want to face. A dark wave of fear enveloped me. It left me gasping for air. My mind raced with thoughts of what could go wrong. The intensity of the moment made my heart pound in my chest. Every shadow seemed to whisper my deepest anxieties. I found myself in a whirlwind of emotions. They pulled me under and made it hard to breathe. I questioned whether I had the strength to confront the reality before me.
But somehow, on the other side of it, I can also see it as a gift.
A brutal, unwelcome, life-changing gift.
Because now I see so clearly what matters — the ordinary, sacred moments I once rushed past.
Because now, every handhold, every laugh, every night beside him feels like treasure.
Because now, love feels deeper, fiercer, more stubborn than it ever did before.
I would never wish for it to happen again. However, I also wouldn’t give back what it left behind. It is a love that is alive and present. I am grateful for every fragile moment.
