As they sat on her couch, Filex spoke softly, his voice filled with a sincerity that pierced through her defenses.
"Debbie, I don't want to push you, but I need you to know something," he began. "I can feel how much you're hurting. Every time I look at you, I see it. But I also see how strong
you've become, how much you've fought to get to this point." Debbie's eyes filled with tears, but she stayed silent.
"I care about you," Filex continued, his gaze steady. "Not because I want to replace him or fix you, but because I see you for who you are. And you deserve to be loved for that, not for the idea of who someone thinks you should be."
His words hit her like a wave, overwhelming and
undeniable. For the first time in years, Debbie felt truly seen.