“My love,
If you are reading this, I am gone.
Forgive me for leaving the way I did. It hurt me more than I can say.
I couldn’t bear the thought of you caring for me as I grew weaker.
I wanted you free. Not bound by sorrow.
The money is there so you will never struggle again.
Eat well. Rest. Live fully.
You don’t owe me forgiveness.
I only hope you are happy.
If there is another life, I would choose you again.”
I fell to my knees.
I cried until my chest hurt.
For five years, I believed I had been abandoned.
While he had been quietly sending money.
While he was facing his final days alone.
While he was loving me in the only way he believed he could.
Loved Until the End
Back home, I placed his photograph on a small shelf.
I touched the frame with shaking fingers.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I whispered.
There was no answer.
But now, I understood.
That card I thought was an insult had been an act of love.
I wasn’t discarded.
I was protected.
Five years ago, I thought I was alone.
Today, I know the truth.
I was loved.
Until the very end.
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