The wounding love, that love we know will silently destroy us, gnawing at our very core without mercy, yet we accept it.
We remain silent and stay because our hearts are attached to those who don’t feel us. And some forms of love are enough for us to simply see them happy, even from afar. True happiness isn’t always about possession but about seeing them well, with a smile on their faces and a sparkle in their eyes, even if we aren’t the cause.
This story isn’t just a love story; it’s a tale of silent sacrifice, of courage born from heartbreak, and of a woman who loved until her last breath.
It’s the story of Aisha, who taught us that the most painful kind of love is the one that remains unspoken.
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