💌 A Letter From the Wife’s Perspective : (Response to a terminally ill husband’s heartfelt note)

 

💌 A Letter From the Wife’s Perspective

(Response to a terminally ill husband’s heartfelt note)

My love,

I read your letter slowly — as if each word were something fragile I might break by holding too tightly. I don’t know if you will ever hear these words from my mouth, but I need to speak them somewhere, even if only onto this page.

Leaving wasn’t the absence of love.
It was the absence of feeling loved.

I waited for you. Longer than you know.
I waited through the late nights, the turned-away faces, the cold dinners, the silence that stretched between us like another wall in the house. I told myself you were tired, stressed, building a life for us. I told myself to understand. And I did — until understanding became another way of disappearing.

I left not because you stopped loving me,
but because I could no longer find a place to rest my heart beside you.

Your letter… it reopened a room inside me I thought I had locked forever. I could feel your exhaustion, your unspoken affection, the quiet way you still came home looking for me even when you didn’t know how to show it. I cried because I saw the man I fell in love with in every line you wrote — the man who once held my face with both hands and said I was his safe place.

I wish you had said these things earlier.
I wish I had understood sooner.
I wish time were kinder to us.

But here is what you need to know:

I never stopped caring.
Not for a day.
Not even now, when everything feels so fragile.

If life gives you moments of strength, and if fate allows our paths to cross again without all this pain between us, I would not turn away. I don’t promise perfection — I promise presence, honesty, and a heart that will meet yours halfway.

And if your body grows too tired to wait for that day, carry this with you:

You were my beginning.
You remain my middle.
And a part of you will always live inside everything I choose moving forward.

I forgive you.
I hope you forgive me too.

— Your wife