One afternoon at Farita Junction, I saw her—a young woman carrying heavy bags, with her nephew. I offered to help, and that's where an unexpected love story began. With a simple “Do you need help?”, a door opened between two strangers who didn't yet know that fate had a plan for them.
The next day, she invited me to go for a walk in the market. She was shy at first, but she smiled anyway. I was so happy! As the days passed, we became closer. She was Shellyna—beautiful, kind, and a genuine person. When I was with her, it felt like time stopped. I don't know why, but with every laugh she gave me, I felt a weight lift off my chest.
Every day I spend with her, I admire her more. Not just because of her beauty, but because of her courage and concern for her family. Sometimes, she talks about her dreams—places she wants to go, simple things that make her happy. I just listen, but deep down, I want to be with her in all those dreams.
But the day came when I had to leave for training in Port Moresby. While I was away, there was a man she wanted to marry. He refused. He fought for us. That's when I saw how strong he was. With every call we made, he made sure I felt important, even though we were far apart.
One day, I received a call—Shellyna was sick. I went home right away. There I saw her, weak but still fighting. I held her hand, and she whispered: “I love you so much.” I thought that was the last moment... but she woke up! It was like a miracle. We had so much left unsaid, but one glance was enough for us both to know: our story wasn't over yet.
We became stronger after that. But it wasn't easy. There were trials, people who opposed us, tears and sacrifices. But with every obstacle, we chose to fight for each other. Our grip became tighter, not because of the fear of losing, but because we knew we could face anything—together.
My story with Shellyna is like a movie—there is drama, there is thrill, there is tears, and there is a miracle. But above all, it is a story of true love—the one that, no matter how many times it is hurt, still gets up... to love again. At the end of each day, as we hold hands, we know that no matter where life takes us, we will always come back to each other.
