我站在医院的走廊里，泪水模糊了视线，走廊上回荡着消毒水的气味，仿佛在提醒我，这里就是我最不想去的地方，是我和男朋友的结婚纪念日，本该是甜蜜的日子，却因为一场意外,我们的未来将从此不同。
记得那天早上，我像往常一样去健身房跑步，刚走到半路，就感觉胸口一阵阵刺痛，我停下来，感觉呼吸变得困难，眼前一片模糊，我赶紧掏出手机拨打男朋友的电话，他的声音在电话里显得异常沉闷，像是被什么东西堵住了，我握着手机的手开始发抖,眼泪不受控制地流了下来。
我被 rushed to the emergency room immediately. The medics prescribed me some oxygen therapy and told me to stay in bed for a week. That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. I couldn't sleep, so I started writing. I wrote about our past, the happy moments we shared, the plans we had for the future. But as I typed, the words felt heavier, like they were dragging me down.
The next day, I went to the hospital for a follow-up appointment. The doctor told me that my heart condition was progressing rapidly. He said I had only a few weeks to live. I couldn't believe it. I had thought I had everything—love, happiness, a future. But it had all come at the cost of my health.
I went home that night, exhausted and broken. I lay in bed, staring at the wall again. I couldn't sleep, so I started writing again. This time, I wrote about the love that had brought me here. I wrote about the moments we had together, the laughter, the love. But as I typed, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss. I had loved him, and now I had to say goodbye.
The following days were a blur of emotions. I went to work, but I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness. I tried to be strong for my colleagues, but I couldn't be for myself. I started journaling again, but this time, it was different. I wasn't writing about the future I had imagined, but about the past I had loved. I wrote about the things I had taken for granted, the things I had missed because I was too busy living in the moment.
One day, I found a journal entry that I had written months earlier. It was from when we were just starting out, when we were still figuring out who we were. I read it again, and tears came to my eyes. It was a letter to a future me, written when I didn't know what lay ahead. It said:
"Dear Future Me,
I hope this letter finds you well. I want to tell you about the person I was before you came into my life. The person who loved life fully, who didn't take anything for granted, who always tried to make others happy.
But now, I realize that I have taken so much for granted. I have missed the moments that I now can't have. I have loved the person I used to be, but now I have to say goodbye.
Please know that I love you, no matter what. Even if the road ahead is uncertain, I will always be here for you.
With all my love,
[Name]"
I held that journal close to my heart, a reminder of the love that had brought me here, and the price it had come at.
As I lay in bed that night, I couldn't help but think about the love that had shaped me into the person I was today. I had loved, I had laughed, I had celebrated life. But now, I had to say goodbye. It was a bittersweet ending to a life that had been full of love, loss, and struggle.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but the weight of those last words lingered in my heart. I knew that one day, I would have to say goodbye again. But for now, I had to hold on to the love that had given me so much, even as it took so much from me.
And so, I began writing again, but this time, it was different. It was a separation journal, a record of the love that had brought me here, and the pain that was now part of the journey. I wrote about the things I had lost, the things I had missed, the things I had to let go. But I also wrote about the love that remained, the love that would always be there, no matter what.
In the end, I realized that separation was not the end, but a new beginning. It was a journey of self-discovery, a time to grow and learn and heal. And in that journey, I found a new kind of love—love that was not about holding on, but about moving forward, even when the path was uncertain.
And so, I continued to write, my pen moving slowly across the page, a testament to the love that had shaped me, and the love that would continue to shape me, even as I say goodbye to the past.
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