Since April 2025, my relationship with “K” has felt like walking through a heavy storm — a storm neither of us can control, yet both of us must face together.K struggles daily with intense anxiety and panic attacks. There are moments when any small thing can trigger fear, frustration, or hopelessness in him. And there are moments when there’s nothing left to say — so we simply listen to each other breathe, holding onto that silent connection.I often forget what he’s up against every single day behind those walls: the fear, the pressure, the sense of being forgotten by the world. It’s hard to imagine until you love someone living it. Conversations feel like walking on eggshells, knowing that a single wrong word could make everything spiral.One of the hardest truths I face is hearing him say he doesn’t think he will make it. The man I knew in 2022 — hopeful, determined, still believing in second chances — is slowly fading under the weight of prison life. And every time he shares that fear, it crushes me.But here’s what keeps me going:Love isn’t about fixing the impossible; it’s about staying, even when it feels impossible.Listening, truly listening, can be the greatest gift. Sometimes we don’t need perfect words — just presence.Protecting each other is an act of love, too. I sometimes hold back things I know will overwhelm him, not because I want to hide the truth, but because I want to ease his load.Change is constant — and it hurts. Watching the person you love become someone new in response to pain is heartbreaking, yet loving them through it is part of the promise we make.Hope must be chosen, over and over. Even on days when he expects me to leave, I choose to stay. And even on days I feel exhausted, I remind myself why I stay.K is the only man who loves me for me — my flaws, my ugly days, and all the parts I don’t show the world. He makes me feel like I am the only female in the world. His forehead kisses make everything better. I love the way he loves me, so completely and so gently, even when he’s falling apart inside.It’s exhausting to keep proving my love, but loving someone who’s hurting is never going to feel easy. Every day I remind myself: I can’t save him, but I can stand beside him. I can’t control what happens inside those walls, but I can control how fiercely I keep showing up.This isn’t the love story I imagined. It’s harder, heavier, and yet, strangely, deeper. And in this darkness, there’s a light that comes from knowing that neither of us is truly alone — as long as we keep choosing each other.