Okay, here’s a painful love story that I made up:
Anna and Ben met in college and fell in love. They were inseparable and dreamed of traveling the world together. After graduation, they got married and moved to a small apartment in the city. They worked hard to save money for their trips, but life kept getting in the way. They had to deal with bills, debts, family issues, health problems, and stress. They started to argue more and more, and their love faded away. One day, Ben came home and found a note from Anna saying that she had left him. She said she was sorry, but she couldn’t live like this anymore. She said she still loved him, but she needed to find herself again. She said she hoped he would be happy someday. Ben was devastated and heartbroken. He tried to call her, but she had changed her number. He tried to find her, but she had disappeared. He never saw her again.
He spent the next few years trying to move on, but he couldn’t forget her. He dated other women, but he didn’t feel anything for them. He traveled to different places, but he didn’t enjoy them. He felt empty and lonely. He wondered what had happened to Anna, and if she was happy.
One day, he received a letter from an unknown sender. It was from Anna. She said she was dying of cancer, and she wanted to see him one last time. She said she was sorry for hurting him, and she hoped he could forgive her. She said she still loved him, and he was the only one who ever made her happy. She said she was waiting for him in a hospice in Paris, and she gave him the address.
Ben felt a surge of emotions: anger, sadness, confusion, hope. He decided to go see her, even though he didn’t know what to say or do. He booked a flight to Paris and took a taxi to the hospice. He asked for Anna’s room number and walked down the hall.
He opened the door and saw her lying on the bed. She looked pale and thin, but still beautiful. She smiled when she saw him and reached out her hand.
“Ben,” she whispered.
“Anna,” he said.
They hugged and cried and talked for hours. They apologized and forgave each other. They remembered their good times and laughed. They said their goodbyes and kissed.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning, Ben woke up and realized that Anna was gone.
She had died in the night.
He held her cold body and wept.
He never loved anyone else again.