‘I Thought My Heart Would Never Heal’ — How A Magical December Meeting Brought Joy and Romance Back Into My Life
I am Faith, and for years I believed that love had passed me by. After a painful breakup three years ago, I had convinced myself that my heart would never heal. I threw myself into work, friends, and family, but deep down, there was a quiet emptiness that no one seemed to notice. Every December, the holiday lights, the laughter in the streets, and couples holding hands reminded me of what I had lost — and what I thought I would never find again.
That December began like any other. I was in Nairobi, working late at a small marketing firm, finishing reports while the city outside sparkled with festive cheer. On one particularly cold evening, I decided to take a break and walk to a nearby café to clear my mind. It was small, cozy, and filled with the smell of freshly baked pastries and coffee. I sat by the window, watching people hurry past, wrapped in scarves and smiles, while I nursed a warm cappuccino and let myself simply exist.
