EVEN THOUGH I WAS DISABLED, SHE LOVED ME COMPLETELY—BUT ONE DAY EVERYTHING CHANGED

In a quiet town, I met Elena. I am Ramon, born with a disability in my leg. As a child, I was used to people’s whispers and stares—“What a shame, smart but disabled.” But when Elena arrived, it was as if all that weight had disappeared.

“Ramon, do you want to go for a walk with me?” she asked with a smile. She didn’t look at me as something lacking—she looked at me as a whole.

We became lovers, and later got married. I thought that was the happiest ending of my life. She showed me that my disability was not an obstacle to loving and being truly loved.

But one day, everything changed.

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One morning, she seemed to be thinking about something. She couldn’t look straight ahead, couldn’t eat. “Elena, is there a problem?” I asked.

She shook her head. But as the days passed, I felt him drifting away. He wasn’t as affectionate, he wasn’t as happy. Until the night of his confession came.

“Ramon…” his voice trembled, “I met someone else.”

It was as if my world had collapsed. The woman I loved and who had proven that I was worthy of love—was leaving me.

“Is it… because of me? Is it because of my disability?” I could barely get out.

She cried. “No, Ramon. Not you. I’m the weak one. I’m the one at fault.”

But whatever the explanation, my trust was broken. Everything I held on to, disappeared.

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I locked myself away for a long time. Not going out, not facing people. But one day in the park, a boy in a wheelchair also approached. “Brother, your drawing is beautiful,” he said while looking at my sketchpad.

I smiled for the first time in a long time. “Do you want me to teach you?” I asked. He nodded, and that was the beginning of my new phase.

He came back every day with his mother. I learned that the boy’s name was Luis, and that he had cerebral palsy. His mother, Maya, always had a smile and respect.

“Ramon,” Maya said once when I handed him Luis’s drawings, “you don’t know how much help you are. He always said, ‘Mom, I can do it too! Just like Kuya Ramon!’”

That’s when I realized—love doesn’t always stay the way you expect. Sometimes, it disappears to show you the deeper reason for your life.

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A year had passed.
Maya and I had gradually developed a friendship into love. Until our wedding day arrived.

I was wearing a black suit and holding a crutch. I was standing in front of the altar, trembling and not because of nervousness but because of joy. As the church door opened, Maya appeared, wearing a white dress, with Luis who had escorted her, holding the flower and riding in his wheelchair.

Everyone in the church burst into tears. This was no ordinary wedding—this was a wedding that proved that disability or lack can never stand in the way of true love and family.

When they arrived in front, Luis immediately hugged me. “Papa Ramon,” he whispered softly, “thank you for accepting Mama and me.”

I couldn’t help but cry. I wiped his cheek and hugged him tightly. “I didn’t accept you, Luis… I loved you from the beginning.”

When I put the ring on Maya, I felt that all the pain I had experienced before had a reason. And the reason was right in front of me—Maya and Luis—my new life, my new family

As we were applauded and congratulated, I looked up to heaven. “Thank you, my God. I thought then that everything that was important to me was gone. But now I know… sometimes it takes pain to learn to love more.”

And yes, I cried—but now, tears of gratitude and joy