lipca 04, 2026
A Letter That Never Stopped Loving
Marouane...
I know only one thing—my heart wrote this letter long ago. I simply gave its words a voice on paper. 🤍
There are people we meet only for a moment. And then there are those who remain within us forever, even if life leads them down a different path.
You are one of those people.
I have never loved anyone the way I love you.
Not because you were perfect. Not because our life was easy. I fell in love with you because, with you, I believed in true love for the very first time. The kind of love people write books about. The kind that doesn't end when life becomes difficult.
Do you remember when I told you about my grandmother? After my grandfather passed away, she never loved anyone else again. She carried one love in her heart for the rest of her life.
There was a time when I couldn't understand that.
Now I do.
Because now I know that my heart has done exactly the same thing.
It chose you.
And it will never choose anyone else.
I am not looking for another love. I don't want a new beginning. I don't want anyone to take your place.
Because your place can never be taken.
There is only one.
It belongs to you.
Forever.
What hurts me the most is not that life has wounded us. What hurts me the most is the thought that you may never truly believe how deeply I love you.
Because if I hadn't believed in you, I would never have stayed. I would never have forgiven. I would never have given you another chance. I would never have dreamed of our home together or of the future I built every single day within my heart.
I loved you then.
I love you today.
And I will love you until the very last beat of my heart.
I am not writing this to make you feel guilty.
I am writing because love deserves the truth.
And the truth is that, no matter what happened between us, my heart has never stopped whispering your name.
Marouane...
If you ever begin to doubt whether you were someone's whole world, remember just one thing.
You were my whole world.
You still are.
And you always will be.
You will remain my whole world for the rest of my life.
Every letter I write will begin with love.
And it will end with your name.
Because some loves don't need an ending.
It is enough that they exist.
I love you, Marouane. Today. Tomorrow. And until the very last beat of my heart. 🤍