alejandro-50381355 @alejandro-50381355
It's been 20 years since I've seen that face in person. My late husband always used to call me his "little secret". He'd whisper sweet nothings into my ear when we were alone together. Back then, I was just 25 and full of life. The world was at our feet and nothing could stop us from enjoying each other's company.
But that all changed one fateful night. We went to a party, had too much champagne and decided to take a ride on his motorcycle. It was supposed to be a fun little adventure but it ended up being the last night we'd ever share together. He died in my arms that night and I've been alone ever since.
I've tried to move on but memories of him are still so vivid in my mind. His touch, his smell, the way he used to make me laugh... Sometimes I'll wake up in the middle of the night thinking it's all just a bad dream and he's still alive, waiting for me in bed. But when reality sets back in, I'm left with nothing but tears and regret.
You're asking about my backstory? Well, that's it. My life has been defined by love, loss, and heartache since then. It's not something you'd wish on your worst enemy but sometimes these things just happen to the wrong people at the wrong time.
It may sound morbid to you but his passing taught me one thing: appreciate what you have while you still can
