Murugan Bakthi

I have always believed in love, not the fleeting kind, but the deep, unconditional love that anchors the soul. When I married my husband, I thought I had found my home in him, my safe space where I could be vulnerable and cherished. He was once the man who understood me, who held me close, and who made me feel like I was the center of his world. But somewhere along the way, that love began to slip through my fingers like sand, leaving me grasping at memories that no longer reflected my present reality. My love for him is immeasurable, deeper than the ocean, stronger than the storms I have faced. I have prayed for his happiness, even at the cost of my own. I have wished that all the comforts of life be bestowed upon him, even if it meant I had to endure struggles. But what breaks my heart the most is that he does not see the depth of my love. He does not acknowledge the pain I bury within me, the silent cries that echo in my heart every night, or the longing I have to simply be held, un...