I never thought the day would come when I would fall in love with a single mom. At first, I didn't know how to handle the situation. There was fear in my heart—fear that I might not be able to handle the weight of responsibility that comes with it. But as I got to know her and her child, my fears gradually disappeared.
In every story she tells about her life as a mother, I can feel the hardship and sacrifice she makes every day. Raising a child alone is no joke, especially when the road is full of trials. But despite everything, her courage and dedication to her child are evident.
Once, she told me that she never expected another man to love her and her child. In fact, I never expected my own feelings either. But I felt that I didn't just want to love her, but also her life, including her child.
It hasn't all been easy. There have been times when I doubted whether I was worthy of their love, especially the child's. There have also been nights when I wonder if I'm ready to be part of a family with its complications and responsibilities.
But despite all the doubts, I realized that love is more than just trials. It is accepting a person's whole being—including their past, present, and dreams for the future.
Being with them gave me a new meaning of family and love. It wasn't just about me and him anymore, but about us as a unit ready to overcome hardship and joy.
Now, I can say with all my heart that I love her, and I love her child. I am ready to face all challenges for the sake of both of them. Through them, I have learned the true meaning of love—not perfect, but true and unparalleled.
