An unedited edition
There was a time when almost all of us asked God for the same kind of miracle. Not the big dramatic ones people talk about in movies, but small personal ones that felt huge to us. The kind that kept us awake at night, staring at the ceiling, whispering promises…
I go back to your memories sometimes. Not because I want to stay there, but because some part of me still hopes that if I walk through them slowly, I might understand where everything changed. It happens in small moments. A random song. A place we once visited. A message…
