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I never imagined that a random encounter in a hospital would completely change my life. A simple conversation, a shared laugh, an undeniable connection\u2014everything felt effortless, like it was meant to be. What started as a fleeting moment turned into something deep and meaningful. But just when happiness seemed within reach, a shocking truth shattered my world.\n I had always been content on my own, never actively searching for love. But then I met Paul. From the moment our eyes met, I felt it\u2014something electric, something real. His warmth, his laughter\u2026 I fell for him instantly. We connected effortlessly, and before long, we were inseparable. I was happier than I had ever been! We spent hours dreaming of our future\u2014marriage, children, and a lifetime together.\n Then came the day that changed everything. I sent Paul a message, just like always, but there was no response. I tried again. Still nothing. My heart pounded as panic set in. Had something happened to him? Had I done something wrong? Hours passed before his name finally appeared on my screen. But instead of relief, his message left me breathless.\n @Paul @Me @Paul The words struck me like a blow to the gut. I dialed his number again. Straight to voicemail. I tried once more. Blocked.\n I couldn’t just leave it like that\u2014I had to see him. When the door finally opened, my heart splintered into pieces.\n His skin was ghostly pale, his face sunken. It was Paul. My Paul.\n “What happened to you? I\u2019m not walking away! I deserve to know the truth!” My voice wavered.\n With a weary sigh, he sank onto the couch. “I have cancer. I\u2019m dying.”\n My throat tightened. “How could you hide this from me? That\u2019s so unfair!”\n Paul dragged a hand over his thinning hair. “The doctors were hopeful at first. I really thought I had a chance. But things got worse. I didn\u2019t want you to relive this pain, so I forced you away.”\n “How much time?” I whispered, my hands trembling.\n “A week. Maybe less. I\u2019m sorry,” he murmured. “I love you, Linda.”\n Tears blurred my vision. “You should\u2019ve told me,” I choked out. “I should have been here.”\n That night, he lay curled against me, calling himself a fool, saying that just being close to me made everything feel easier.\n His voice was faint, his body fragile, yet he still tried to smile. I clung to him, whispering over and over, “I love you, Paul. I love you so much.”\n His fingers barely wrapped around mine, his touch weak. His breathing slowed, growing softer, shallower. Then\u2014nothing.\n I heard his final breath. And with it, something inside me shattered. The room was eerily silent. Cold. I held him, refusing to let go.\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I never imagined that a random encounter in a hospital would completely change my life. A simple conversation, a shared laugh, an undeniable connection\u2014everything felt effortless, like it was meant to be. What started as a fleeting moment turned into something deep and meaningful. But just when happiness seemed within reach, a shocking truth shattered …\n","protected":false},"author":31,"featured_media":97908,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1439],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-97907","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-stories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97907","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/31"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=97907"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97907\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":97912,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97907\/revisions\/97912"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/97908"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=97907"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=97907"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echowoven.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=97907"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI\u2019m okay. But I need you to STOP CALLING AND TEXTING. THIS IS OVER.\n
\nCan you at least tell me why?\n
\nI never loved you. I lied. I don\u2019t want you in my life.\n![\"\"](%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/echowoven.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2025%5C/01%5C/c8e0d8da8f4645710e5ced32930e01e47d7e9696b14258b86d67f4f43fbf486e.webp%5C%22 "\\"\\"")
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