Suddenly, the long nights felt less like a lonely duty and more like a shared story written across decades. You could finally see yourself not as someone who had given endlessly for invisible returns, but as someone who had mattered deeply, irrevocably, and permanently in the eyes of the one who counted most. That recognition, that acknowledgment, became a legacy in itself—a quiet triumph of love, devotion, and truth.
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