Two months after the ink dried on our divorce papers, I found myself walking the sterile, fluorescent-lit halls of the Semmelweis Clinic

Names whispered for children we never got to hold. Morning tea. Grocery lists. Festivals. Laughter in the kitchen.

But sitting on the clinic floor beside my ex-wife, I understood something I should have known much earlier.

Love is not only proven in the easy days.

It is proven when the world collapses and someone still reaches for your hand in the wreckage.continue reading …