I have been married for over 25 years.
When I first saw my wife, her facial expressions made me feel that perhaps she wasn’t the right match for me. However, everyone at home liked her, and she met all the other criteria; since I had no alternative of my own, I agreed to the marriage.
My fears came true; our natures were vastly different, leading to constant disagreements that persist to this day.
About three years into our marriage, my sister-in-law came to our hometown to stay with her maternal uncle in preparation for her own wedding.
We grew closer. She would unwittingly attract me with her feminine charm, but despite realizing this, I chose to ignore it—after all, I was a married man.
A few months later, my wife had to leave our hometown for further studies or a job. The friction between us never really ceased.
Once, after returning to our hometown from an out-of-town trip, I called her, and the moment she picked up the phone, she blurted out, “I love you.”
That feminine charm of hers—which was likely just her natural disposition—began to affect me. After all, how long could I resist?
It has been over a decade since her wedding, and nearly fifteen years since that incident. I have had the opportunity to deeply understand her nature and her dedication toward her husband and in-laws.
Since we belong to the same family, we still meet occasionally. Even if we don’t speak directly, we stay informed about what is happening in each other’s lives.
That is why, even today, I feel that perhaps we were meant for each other—but destiny did not want us to unite.
I don’t know about her, but I have never been able to shake off that lingering ache. Even now, buried deep in a corner of my heart, is a wish to spend a few moments of deep intimacy with her. 💕💕
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