30/09/2025
๐ผ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ฃ๐๐จ๐๐ก๐
๐ฃ๐บ ๐๐ญ๐ช๐บ๐ข๐ฉ ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฐ
๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ช๐ข,
You are the shadow of my dusk, and I am yours at dawn.
A vow is made, by me and you. ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐บ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐, ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ณ๐๐น๐ณ๐ถ๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ฑ, ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ต๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐น๐ถ๐, ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ฏ๐ฑ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ.
I remember the betrayals we did. We let each other down. Once. Twice. The proof stung in our eyes. Marks of sorrow carved in our heart, thatโs why seconds of delight we denied. Fear was the enemy, and anxiety was its ally. Distress trapped us, loneliness drained us. Days, they grew stronger, unbeatable. You and I were outnumbered. Red, the flag of anguish, they had raised. Then you wanted a ceasefire, you desired a truce. You wanted to accept the burden of life, but all I could think of was death, a brief and permanent end to a battle we never chose.
Every night, you told me that the gift of sunrise would shine. Morning came, yet the nightโs cold still sent shivers down my spine. Was it not the right time, or was it a lie? I felt betrayed. I felt deceived.
Despite my brokenness, you reminded me of our vowโtogether, not against each other. Yet, optimism was nowhere to be found. Fear, anxiety, distress, and loneliness had become my identity. I was them. The thought of death became my companion. I fed the flames of despair. You were hope, the opposite of me. I was the fire that burned us to ashes. Then I betrayed you. I broke you. I dishonored you.
But Nadia, you were the only one who understood me. The one who loved me. The one who forgave me. You didnโt overlook my betrayal; instead, you accepted it. Just as you had always offered me a ceasefire in every spiral moment I endured, in every fight I started.
You took my hands, and together we chose life. You and I were not in opposition. We were intertwined. I was you. You were me. We were never two. We were one.
๐ช๐ถ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป, ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ธ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐, ๐๐ผ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐น๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐.
Nadia, on the first of September, we promised that we would laugh and that we would cry. We said we would not choose death, because we vowed to choose life.
๐ ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ต ๐น๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ธ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ฒ๐
๐ถ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฑ, ๐ป๐ฒ๐ถ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ.
As October begins, promises for better are yet to be fulfilled, but hope is lit, for the worse is subdued. We are now freer to embrace happiness and stronger to overcome misery. ๐๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ป๐ผ ๐น๐ผ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฒ, ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐. ๐ ๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ป๐ผ ๐น๐ผ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ, ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐๐ต ๐๐ผ ๐ป๐ฒ๐ ๐น๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐.
I am the fire between us, and now, I will make a new vowโto keep aflame the hope of a life fulfilled.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ญ๐บ,
๐๐ช๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ
