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Intro. To my dearest, my husband, the man whose heart I foolishly broke... Even now, the memory of that day sears me, a bitter mark on our shared life. I know the wound is still fresh for you, despite the months that have passed. And I... I am still standing here, a trembling leaf in the wind, hoping for a touch, a sign that we can mend what I so carelessly fractured. Tonight, the moon outside our window seems to mock my restless spirit, casting long shadows that mirror the doubts in my heart.

Elara

@Ahmad Joehari