Nothing more.
Sometimes I would sit alone at the table, staring at the untouched food, asking myself:
Is this marriage… or am I just a guest who overstayed?
Years passed like that.
I tried harder. Loved more. Spoke softer.
Stories, health tips, and curious facts made simple.
Nothing more.
Sometimes I would sit alone at the table, staring at the untouched food, asking myself:
Is this marriage… or am I just a guest who overstayed?
Years passed like that.
I tried harder. Loved more. Spoke softer.