Samantha9201
I was not born from love.
At least, that's what I used to believe.
I was born from a night my parents never planned, in a life they never wanted. They were just two teenagers, standing at the edge of dreams they hadn't lived yet-dreams that quietly slipped away the moment I came into existence.
They didn't choose me.
But somehow... they chose to stay.
In a small apartment far from the lives they once imagined, they built something fragile, something uncertain-something that slowly began to feel like love. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't easy. But it was real in the way stolen glances, quiet laughter, and tired hands holding each other at the end of the day often are.
And in the middle of it all... there was me.
The reason they stayed.
The reason they changed.
The reason they learned what love truly meant.
I didn't know it then, of course.
I was too young to understand that I was living inside something rare-something that had grown not from choice, but from circumstance... and somehow became beautiful anyway.
But love like that...
doesn't always last forever.