Fate can be very funny sometimes. I am Melee, 35 years old, and to this day I still carry the weight of the past.
I was young, 21 years old, when I married the man I loved so much. Everything was perfect—the day was beautiful, the church was full of flowers, and most of the people we loved in our lives were there to witness our wedding. As we knelt in front of the altar, holding his hand, I could feel my heart pounding with joy.
But in an instant, everything changed. As the priest began the ceremony, he suddenly fainted and lost consciousness. Everyone was in a commotion, some were screaming, some were rushing to call for help. I held him as he slowly fell to the floor. I tried to wake him up, my hand shaking. “Hon, wake up! Don’t leave me!” I shouted as tears welled up in my eyes.
He was immediately taken to the hospital but was gone. He died on the spot due to a stroke. On the day that should have been the happiest of my life, it was the most painful day of my life. The wedding I dreamed of, turned into a nightmare that I will never forget.
After three years, I slowly came to terms with what had happened. I met a man who brought color back into my life. He was kind, caring, and made me feel like I still mattered. For a few months, I thought this might be a new beginning. We got married and I thought, finally, I would be happy.
But less than two months later, everything changed again. He was on his way home from work when the car accident happened. The hospital called me, and when I got there, he was gone. My world felt like it had collapsed. And I was even more devastated when we miscarried our first child due to the overwhelming sadness and shock.
Now, I'm 35 years old, and I'm afraid to fall in love again. To be honest, I wonder if I'm unlucky? Maybe I'm the reason why my husbands always die. Especially since I have a mole near my eye, some say it's bad luck in relationships. I don't know if it's true or not, but I'm really scared.
Sometimes I think, maybe love isn't for me. Maybe I'd be better off alone than going through it all again. But in my heart, there's a small part that hopes that one day, someone will come along who I won't lose.
Until now, I carry the fear and loneliness. I hope one day, it will go away. I hope one day, I will be happy again.
