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Nothing but Years of Love
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Publisher: Cișmigiu Books
Author: Gabrielle Cassia
Publisher year: 2026
Edition: I
Pages: 172
ISBN: 978-606-28-2267-5
Product Code:
9786062822675
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Some loves do not begin when two gazes meet. They begin later, when life forces you to understand how fragile everything you once believed to be certain truly is.
The story I am writing is not an invented one. It is lived. A story stretched across years, across silences and regrets, across light and loss.
I carried it within me for a long time without daring to put it on paper. Perhaps out of fear. Perhaps out of respect. Perhaps because truth, once spoken, becomes irreversible.
I loved a man who taught me to look at the world with clarity and courage. Costas had the mind of a man who built solid ideas, but his heart knew how to love without noise. Beside him, I learned what it means to feel the security of a love that seems unshakable.
Then life did what it always does: it changed everything. Illness entered our lives without asking for permission. The years that followed were years of struggle, of hope, of exhaustion, and of a love that never withdrew.
During those years, I met Tahir. He was the surgeon who operated on and treated Costas. A discreet man, attentive, who spoke little and listened a lot. At that time, I did not know that life was already preparing another chapter. Because sometimes love does not come only once in a lifetime.
Sometimes it returns, at another time, when you believe your heart no longer has room for anything else.
This is not only the story of love. It is the story of a woman who learned that love does not disappear when someone leaves.
It remains. It transforms. And sometimes it returns, in another form, when life decides that you are ready to receive it again.
The story I am writing is not an invented one. It is lived. A story stretched across years, across silences and regrets, across light and loss.
I carried it within me for a long time without daring to put it on paper. Perhaps out of fear. Perhaps out of respect. Perhaps because truth, once spoken, becomes irreversible.
I loved a man who taught me to look at the world with clarity and courage. Costas had the mind of a man who built solid ideas, but his heart knew how to love without noise. Beside him, I learned what it means to feel the security of a love that seems unshakable.
Then life did what it always does: it changed everything. Illness entered our lives without asking for permission. The years that followed were years of struggle, of hope, of exhaustion, and of a love that never withdrew.
During those years, I met Tahir. He was the surgeon who operated on and treated Costas. A discreet man, attentive, who spoke little and listened a lot. At that time, I did not know that life was already preparing another chapter. Because sometimes love does not come only once in a lifetime.
Sometimes it returns, at another time, when you believe your heart no longer has room for anything else.
This is not only the story of love. It is the story of a woman who learned that love does not disappear when someone leaves.
It remains. It transforms. And sometimes it returns, in another form, when life decides that you are ready to receive it again.
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Nothing but Years of Love
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The world is full of love stories. Some are happy, others painful, and many remain untold. Most often, true stories are not perfect ones; they are the ones that change our lives forever.
This is my story. It is not a simple story. It is the story of two loves who lived within the same lit, in two different times. Loves that do not exclude each other, but mirror one another, each with its own truth.
For a long time, I believed that a heart can truly love only once. Life showed me that love does not follow rules. Sometimes, a heart has room for more than a single light.
I lived my life, I followed my happiness, I crossed walls, wings grew within me and I flew. My life has been about trying, about the courage to do things without waiting for a guaranteed outcome. Every day was a journey, a discovery, a redefinition of who I am.
I often felt like a prisoner in my own life, as if every choice was dictated by circumstances and not by my real desires. Sometimes, freedom means having the courage to rewrite your story and to leave behind the invisible walls you built yourself.
With each day, I understand that I must reclaim my own identity, to discover who I am beyond fear and beyond the expectations of others.
Writing is my vessel. Through it, I fly through my own heart. It is refuge, it is magic, and above all, it is the silent friend who does not judge me. In the unwritten pages of my life, I lose myself and find myself again, free, yet sometimes wondering if I am truly happy.
I ask myself questions to which I do not always find answers. But I know that the path to freedom begins with a single decision: to live authentically.
I have always felt different. Alone, but not sad. Perhaps withdrawn, but with a mind and heart full of dreams. This solitude gave me time to seek truth and to keep my curiosity intact.
It was not just a change in my life, but a revelation. A story that for a long time I was only able to imagine, without daring to tell it.
Have I overcome the stage of fear? Can I write about who I am? About who I was? Yes. I certainly can.
I have been and will remain in love with life, with nature, with flowers, with the Sun, with the light and warmth of every day. Just as I have been in love with you all my life.
Where are you now? In what world is hidden from my eyes and beyond my understanding?
I will never be able to answer. But I will imagine.
November 1984.
The second great love or the first? I do not know. I loved you both — perhaps at the same time, perhaps in different times. I adored each of you. Is it possible? Yes. It certainly is. When I do not sleep, I think of you. And when I sleep… I still think of you.
This is my story. It is not a simple story. It is the story of two loves who lived within the same lit, in two different times. Loves that do not exclude each other, but mirror one another, each with its own truth.
For a long time, I believed that a heart can truly love only once. Life showed me that love does not follow rules. Sometimes, a heart has room for more than a single light.
I lived my life, I followed my happiness, I crossed walls, wings grew within me and I flew. My life has been about trying, about the courage to do things without waiting for a guaranteed outcome. Every day was a journey, a discovery, a redefinition of who I am.
I often felt like a prisoner in my own life, as if every choice was dictated by circumstances and not by my real desires. Sometimes, freedom means having the courage to rewrite your story and to leave behind the invisible walls you built yourself.
With each day, I understand that I must reclaim my own identity, to discover who I am beyond fear and beyond the expectations of others.
Writing is my vessel. Through it, I fly through my own heart. It is refuge, it is magic, and above all, it is the silent friend who does not judge me. In the unwritten pages of my life, I lose myself and find myself again, free, yet sometimes wondering if I am truly happy.
I ask myself questions to which I do not always find answers. But I know that the path to freedom begins with a single decision: to live authentically.
I have always felt different. Alone, but not sad. Perhaps withdrawn, but with a mind and heart full of dreams. This solitude gave me time to seek truth and to keep my curiosity intact.
It was not just a change in my life, but a revelation. A story that for a long time I was only able to imagine, without daring to tell it.
Have I overcome the stage of fear? Can I write about who I am? About who I was? Yes. I certainly can.
I have been and will remain in love with life, with nature, with flowers, with the Sun, with the light and warmth of every day. Just as I have been in love with you all my life.
Where are you now? In what world is hidden from my eyes and beyond my understanding?
I will never be able to answer. But I will imagine.
November 1984.
The second great love or the first? I do not know. I loved you both — perhaps at the same time, perhaps in different times. I adored each of you. Is it possible? Yes. It certainly is. When I do not sleep, I think of you. And when I sleep… I still think of you.
Prologue / 5
A life without love is like a century without sun / 7
Costas and the rose / 10
The first night / 15
Why this love must be told / 23
The season when the heart learned to beat differently / 26
Happiness is born in silence / 33
Differences that do not hurt / 37
Paris, the symphony of love / 45
Geea's secret / 51
Rhythms that no longer match / 55
Guilt and generosity / 58
The diagnosis / 62
The years of the struggle / 69
The freedom to love / 73
The madness of love / 75
Two loves, one soul / 77
Geea and her years / 79
The distance that begins within / 84
An adventure that becomes destiny / 89
Shadows, only shadows / 92
Nothing can separate us / 94
The last moment with Costas / 96
The years after / 101
The life left behind / 105
Geea learns to survive love / 108
The Arabic language the key that opened souls / 112
Ilahat al-Ard – The Goddess of the Earth / 116
The meeting in Tunis / 119
Tunis – the reunion / 122
Tahir – the witness / 123
Tahir – the thread of hope / 124
Afternoon light / 126
Tahir and the hidden love / 131
The confession / 139
Tunis was not an escape / 151
The walk through Tunis and Tahir's confession / 157
Tahir and Geea / 161
Life never asked me to give up love / 165
Epilogue / 167
A life without love is like a century without sun / 7
Costas and the rose / 10
The first night / 15
Why this love must be told / 23
The season when the heart learned to beat differently / 26
Happiness is born in silence / 33
Differences that do not hurt / 37
Paris, the symphony of love / 45
Geea's secret / 51
Rhythms that no longer match / 55
Guilt and generosity / 58
The diagnosis / 62
The years of the struggle / 69
The freedom to love / 73
The madness of love / 75
Two loves, one soul / 77
Geea and her years / 79
The distance that begins within / 84
An adventure that becomes destiny / 89
Shadows, only shadows / 92
Nothing can separate us / 94
The last moment with Costas / 96
The years after / 101
The life left behind / 105
Geea learns to survive love / 108
The Arabic language the key that opened souls / 112
Ilahat al-Ard – The Goddess of the Earth / 116
The meeting in Tunis / 119
Tunis – the reunion / 122
Tahir – the witness / 123
Tahir – the thread of hope / 124
Afternoon light / 126
Tahir and the hidden love / 131
The confession / 139
Tunis was not an escape / 151
The walk through Tunis and Tahir's confession / 157
Tahir and Geea / 161
Life never asked me to give up love / 165
Epilogue / 167
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