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Whatever she was ready for, I was willing to accept, as long as it meant she’d stay close to me. My sole desire was to repair the damage I’d done, to heal the wounds I’d inflicted, and to revive the radiant smile that had once lit up my world.
I longed to see her eyes sparkle again, to hear her laughter, and to feel her warmth. I was willing to do whatever it took to make things right, to earn back her trust, and to reignite the flame. As long as she was by my side, I knew I could face anything, and that together, we could overcome even the
darkest of times.
“But I want you to know that I’m only doing this for Willy, Wilson,” she said, her words dropping like a hammer, shattering the fragile happiness that had begun to bloom in my chest.
Did I really think she’d come running back to me, that I could simply waltz back into her life and
expect everything to go back to normal? The naivety of my own desires was staggering. I felt a stinging sense of disappointment, a bitter taste of regret, as I dealt with the truth, I was only worthy
of her attention because of our daughter, not because of any lingering love or affection for me.
“I wish I could say we could repair our marriage, but…so much is broken,” she whispered, her voice.
cracking as she struggled to utter the words..
The sight of our shattered relationship only wound both of us more a heavy fog that clung to us. I
could see the effort it took for her to speak the truth, to acknowledge the irreparable damage that -had been done. Her sniffles were like a knife to my heart. I felt my own tears prick at the corners of
my eyes, as I nodded silently, unable to speak, unable to breathe, unable to escape the crushing
grief that was now my shadow.
“Hey, hey,” I said softly, my hand instinctively reaching out to comfort her before I caught myself, remembering the fragile boundaries between us.
I pulled back, restraining the urge to touch her hand, a gesture that once came so naturally. Instead, I reminded myself to be patient, to be understanding, to give her the space she needed. Respect her boundaries, I repeated like a mantra, even as my heart ached to connect with her, to offer solace and comfort. I settled for a gentle, supportive presence, hoping that my quiet
understanding would speak louder than any words or gestures could.
“We’ll do this however you want, okay?” I said. “I can’t promise I won’t try to win you back, Leona,”
I forced myself to use her full name, the formal tone feeling like a bitter pill in my mouth.
“But I can promise one thing: I don’t want to see you hurt or sad anymore.” My assurance completed with conviction, I fought to keep my emotions in check, to convey the sincerity of my promise. I wanted her to know that, I’d rather die than be the cause of her pain again.
“You’re the best mom, Leona,” I said, ensurely. “Whatever has gone wrong, it’s my fault. I’m the
one who messed up, not you.”
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“You’ve always been an amazing mother to Willy, and I’m so grateful for that.” I spoke from the heart, trying to express the truth of admiration for her. I wanted her to know that I didn’t blame her for anything, that I took full responsibility for my mistakes and their consequences.
“I can’t promise anything right now…forgiveness, another chance, calling off the divorce…I don’t want to give you false hope,” she said, her words faltering as she searched for the right ones. “But what I am saying is…I’m willing to try…for her.” She finally confessed.
The simplicity of her statement was slightly assuring. She wasn’t making promises she might not keep, but she was willing to try, for Willy’s sake. It was a delicate string of possibility, but I grasped it like a lifeline, knowing that even the smallest chance was worth fighting for.
Oh god, oh god….I breathed, my mind reeling as the word “try” hung in the air like a miracle. I felt like I was floating, like the universe had granted me a reprieve.
I knew she’d warned me not to hope, but I couldn’t help myself – hope was the hope that ignited the
human spirit, the fuel that kept us going even in the darkest times.
And I was holding onto it, clutching it like a lifeline, as I whispered to myself, “I’ll earn it. I’ll earn both – her forgiveness and a second chance.” The promise to myself was a solemn vow, a commitment to prove myself worthy of her trust, of her love.
“Thank you, thank you,” I repeated, my voice shaking with gratitude. I felt like I was drowning in the depths of her generosity, undeserving of her kindness and the chance she was offering.
