When Love Outlasts Everything

I came across a line today that stopped me in my tracks:

“Tất cả yêu – hận – oán – trách của quá khứ, trong khoảnh khắc anh ngã xuống, đã tan biến hết.”
All the love, hate, resentment, and blame of the past — in the moment he fell, they all dissolved completely.

It said everything I’ve never been able to put into words.

When Vic died, that was exactly what I felt.
All the hurt, the anger, the misunderstandings that once weighed so heavily — they suddenly became meaningless.
In that moment, none of it mattered anymore.

Because all that remained was love — raw, quiet, and infinite.
The kind of love that doesn’t need to be justified or explained.
The kind that endures, even after everything else has faded away.

He will always be the man I once loved and, in many ways, still do — the one who stood by me when no one else did, who shared years of laughter, dreams, and everyday life.
My knight in shining armour — maybe a little imperfect, maybe a little dented with time — but mine all the same.

Sometimes I wonder if he knew how deeply he was loved, even when words failed and pride stood in the way.
Maybe he did. Maybe that’s why, in the end, the bitterness didn’t matter anymore.

Love outlasts everything.
And even now, it’s what keeps his memory alive — gentle, unspoken, eternal.