I
sat alone in the corner of the coffee shop, drinking a hot cup of coffee and
staring blankly out the window. A crowd of people chattering and laughing
swirled around me, but I felt numb. My mind was filled with dark thoughts,
replaying painful memories on a loop.
The
chair in front of me suddenly hit the floor as someone pushed it out. I looked
up, surprised, to see a man standing without an invitation. His eyes met mine,
and what I saw shocked me—deep sorrow, loneliness, suffering. It was as if he
was looking directly into the darkest places in my soul
"Do
you know my pain?" he asked softly. "Because I think I know
you."
I
was surprised by his forwardness but found I couldn't look away. There was
something compelling about this stranger, a sense that he truly understood what
I was going through, no one else ever did. I nodded slowly. "I think you
might."
He raised
his hand. "I'm ……………………….."
I
pushed it reluctantly. "…………………………."
He
moved forward, his eyes never leaving me. "Three years ago, I lost my wife
and daughter in a car accident. They were run over by a drunk driver. Since
then, I've been running around in the dark, drowning in grief and guilt."
His voice cracked with emotion. "Some days I think it would have been
better if I had died with them."
My
breath caught in my throat. Her story closely mirrors my own traumatic
experience - I too lost my husband and son in a senseless accident three years
ago. The equality between us was extraordinary.
"I'm
so sorry," I said softly. “I know it feels like darkness. It's like a
weight that you can never get rid of.
He
nodded slowly. "You think for a long time that no one will
understand." But I see it in your eyes - you do. He took a deep breath.
"Talking about it is the first time, I've felt...seen, in a long
time."
Tears
suddenly welled up in my eyes and a lump rose in my throat. All this time
struggling alone, thinking I was the only one sinking into this private hell,
only to find another soul who knew my pain so well. It was exciting and
soothing at the same time.
For
the next hour, he and I talked. We shared stories of love and loss, our daily
battles with grief and loneliness. Through our tears, we found comfort in
knowing that we were not alone in this dark journey. A bond was formed between
us that day, one far beyond what any other friend or family member could offer.
As
we parted with a long hug, I felt lighter than I had in years. He had seen into
the depths of my soul and accepted me completely for who I was - broken,
broken, but not beyond repair. And in him, I found a mirror that could walk
shoulder to shoulder with me through the darkness until now. We both knew the
pain would never go away completely, but together, maybe we could face it a
little more each day.
Now
he is not here?
Who
will not bring him here now?
Was
he here forever?
Who
will find him here?
Do
you know my pain, I do not know here?
I
was left alone here;
He
went here, now I will never meet here?
Again
the debris in the second birth here?
I
hear this sad story from the readers here.
Again
the debris in the second birth here
