Amor bajo la Luna 🌙❤️ - by Adanne 💕 Chisom 🌺

Mi florecita de amor. ❤️ Like you always whispered whenever we hugged beneath the moonlight—the chandelier that hung above us that night. After every hug, you would stare deep into my soul so lovingly. Then you’d smile, your side dimples appearing like little secrets meant only for me. You’d pull me closer and whisper, “You drive me crazy, flower.” I’d blush. Then I’d pull you closer too, just to breathe in the perfume I was hopelessly obsessed with. You’d look at me with those drowsy eyes and whisper again, “I can’t do without you.” No puedo vivir sin ti. You’d tuck my hair behind my ear and hold me tightly, as though you were afraid to let go. Afraid that if you did, I would disappear. Afraid that if your arms loosened even for a moment, you would lose me forever. “Mon cœur, I love you too,” I whispered beneath the moonlight that night. You know, I couldn’t wait to marry you. I could already picture myself walking toward you in a crystal-embellished gown, my veil trailing behind me as you waited at the altar. And you had your own picture too. You wanted your woman in a beautiful gown. I wanted my man in a dark tuxedo—shirtless beneath it, your bare chest exposed just enough for everyone to see the initials you had tattooed there for me. I thought that was how our story would end. With you. With me. With forever. But now… I sit in this hall, watching you walk down the aisle with another woman. A woman bearing my name. The initials are still there. The same initials you once tattooed on your chest for me. And the wedding gown—the very gown you once imagined me wearing—is now wrapped around her. You give her the smile that was once meant for me. You take her hands. You look into her eyes. And you exchange the vows you once promised me. “In sickness and in health.” The very words you once whispered beneath our moonlit chandelier. I sit here quietly, watching the life we dreamed of become someone else’s reality. Watching her live the future I thought belonged to me. And the cruelest part? You look happy. So happy that no one would ever guess that, once upon a time, you had held me beneath the moonlight and promised you could never live without me. What happened to us, Mon cœur? 💔

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