Taken from life. “I fell in love with fifty”: He returned to his wife

I wasn't looking for anyone anymore. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/9ed3e0/620x0/1/0/2024/11/24/kuk0basjh59togpq70undkya5m2zfa8lsdqjy7nc.jpg" alt = "older pair @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (154,136,115.1)" > < p > I had my life & ndash; calm, orderly, lonely, but relatively tame. After a divorce, I didn't want to let anyone into my world. I learned to drink morning coffee in silence and return to an empty apartment in the evening without regret.

< p > until kt this small, estate & ndash; I met him. < p > tall, well -kept, with Szymborska's book in hand and a look that stopped at mine. He smiled, he said something brilliant about poetry. I answered. The conversation dragged on to coffee. Coffee for a walk. Walk for dinner. < P >Suddenly I felt like a girl. I laughed loudly, wore dresses, painted my lips red. He looked at me as if he saw everything that others didn't notice. M & oacute; wił: & ampquo; I breathe with you < p > said his marriage is just a formality. That they have been sleeping in separate rooms for years. That they have long been parting, but not on paper yet. That I know me with me. < p > I believed. < p > We were together for almost a year. We had our rituals, places and memories. The moment came when I asked: & and what next ? & & ampquo;. He smiled, kissed my hand. He said: “Bdquo; still a bit. I have to do it at the good time. I do not want to hurt her &. < p > Week p & oacute; The phone was silent. Messages without answers. < p > after a few days he sent only one:

< p > & & oacute; I can't finish it. Sorry. < p > I read this sentence a hundred times. & AMP; BDQUO; WR & AMP; Oacute; So he had a place to come back. He had someone who did not throw him out of his heart. And I ? I was just a stop. Breath. Shadow between his former and present.

< p > I was alone again. Only now more & ndash; Because I already knew how love to be. And how it hurts when someone takes this love from you without a word of explanation. < p > I don't regret that I loved. But I regret that I trusted. < p > because I fell in love with fifty. And he was & oacute; to his wife. or only to disappoint ?

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