Loving You Was Dying, Leaving You Is Living
Language: en
Three years into my cancer battle, I finally couldn't hold on anymore. Before I found my release, I wanted one last look at the old apartment complex where I'd lived with my parents. I had intended to come quietly, leave silently. But unexpectedly, as soon as I reached the complex gates, I ran into my ex-husband, dressed in a sharp suit. Years had passed, and we had both changed. He had removed the woven bracelet I made for him, now wearing an expensive gold watch. I had shaved off the long hair he loved most, now wearing a hat to hide my bald head. We looked at each other for a moment…