Steven’s Point of View
I slipped on my trousers and didn’t wear top anymore, gazing down at the tranquil goddess sleeping before me. I sauntered over to her bedside, captivated by her innocence. They were right, emotions could cloud your judgement, causing you to say things you didn’t mean. Regret consumed me every day for what I said to her that day, but I knew no amount of remorse could make things right again.
Yes, I loved her. There was absolutely no doubt about it.
I always do.
I always will.
Forgiveness and love were like two sides of the same coin, each with their own unique essence and depth. It was possible to expand the depths of affection for someone, even while carrying a flame of resentment towards them. In the wake of the heartbreaking loss of our child, it became abunda
