Love without a signature

How did I know he wasn’t for me?

It was simple.

When love is not just words, but a complete surrender of your heart, soul, and body, you know that it is not just a temporary passion, but an eternal choice. And it’s the most important choice you’ll ever make because that one person is all that’s left when everyone else is gone.

As we say in our wedding vows: “I take you to be my husband/wife, to love and to cherish for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.” Those words, those promises, were our foundation, our light. Every word weighed as if it had been forged with the purest intentional feeling, like a promise before God, like a contract that must not be broken.

He gave up on me too soon, before we shared the real burdens of life. When the responsibilities became heavier than love, when the problems that truly tested us came, he was not there. He was not willing to hold my hand. He released me.

He was not willing to sign on to eternal love, and without that signature, love remains invisible, left to scatter like dust in time.

We talk about love as a fairy tale, but no one talks about the true weight of the vow. This vow is not all about joy and laughter. It is about the love that does not give up, about the road that we walk side by side, even when the end is not in sight. It's about respect that does not fade even when the heart trembles with pain.

He was not ready to face the weight of this promise. He was not ready to swear off a love that was not only cheerful and bright but also hard and dark when life was too harsh.

I don't blame him. Perhaps it was not his time to turn to true love. Perhaps for him, this vow was not something he could bear.

Disclaimer:

The stories are seasoned with a lot of drama, and the characters are fictional because the drama starts when logic ends. ☺