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I Was Never Alone

 🤝 **I Was Never Alone**  

_By Aarav_


In the quietest nights,  

when it felt like the world had forgotten me —  

there was always a **whisper** I missed.


A hand.  

A look.  

A presence I never acknowledged enough.


---


I thought I was carrying the weight alone.  

But I wasn’t.


---


My mother, tired yet smiling,  

bringing me tea without asking.


My father, silent…  

but always checking if I had eaten.


My brother, showing tough love,  

yet never letting me fall behind.


Even friends who messaged just once in weeks —  

but always said,  

“Here if you need me.”


---


In my pain, I had become blind.  

But now I see it clearly…


I was **never alone**.


---


They didn’t always say the right words.  

They didn’t always understand my silence.


But they stood by me.  

In their way.  

Quietly. Faithfully.


And that’s love too.


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There were even times I felt a power beyond people.  

A force that whispered,  

**“Keep going.”**


Call it God.  

Call it the universe.  

Call it belief.


But it was there —  

in the days I wanted to give up…  

and didn’t.


---


Now, when I sit beside my family,  

I don’t see just people.


I see **my roots**.  

My shield.  

My quiet strength.


---


So to those who stood by me when I was hard to love —  

when I couldn’t smile, speak, or shine…


Thank you.


You didn’t just support me.  

You **saved** me.


🖋️ — *Aarav*


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