The gift of love


The gift of love

I had my own borders that I kept up for decades until a special soul came into my life and set my heart free.

I knew that we had odds against us but I started to believe in a dream.
The connection was deep and felt both empowering and comforting.
Healing happens through understanding and laughter.

In the end, the traumatic history proved to be a stronger force and life had to move on.
The memories remain bittersweet.

Perhaps the best way to describe this experience between an Indian American and a Pakistani American is that the gift of love is when you see yourself in the eyes of another.
I saw myself in his eyes.

Uma,
Finance, U.S.A




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