I lived in two worlds for years. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/6a7e57/620x0/1/0/2025/03/09/vus0rtwkewfcrzo87sxxgei9TytfaOpuvvvvicqn.jpg" alt = "pair @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (201,198,193,1)" > < p > I was a wife in one. Everyday life flowed between the preparation of breakfasts, receiving the phone & in my husband, who returned to p & oacute; źno, and evening watching the movie & oacute; w, on which we did not have strength. ~ 60 > 62 > 62 < p > In the second I was a girl who never forgot her first love.
< p > I remembered him with time & oacute; in my youth & ndash; tall, confident, with a smile, which & oacute; ry made me forget about the whole world.
< p > first kiss, first holding hands. First broken heart.
< p > years have passed, but my thoughts were still the same. < p > ideal. < p > until the day I met him on which I met him. < p > It was accidental. < p > I saw him on the street, talked to someone, laughing loudly.< p > my heart killed faster.
< p > and then he looked at me.
< p > — Well, who do we have here & mdash; He said, and in his voice there was no sensitivity, which I expected.
< p > smile, which I used to love, now it was mocking.
< p > — Hi & mdash; I said uncertainly.
< p > changed.
< p > not only physically, but also in the way M & oacute; in which he looked at me with g & oacute; as if pr & oacute; was to assess whether it is worth spending more time. < p > — Well, you changed well. But you know, I've always liked girls in a better form — he threw me in his eyes. < p > I froze.< p > He was not the same boy who remembered.
< p > It was not someone you should remember.
< p > was an ordinary rude.
< p > and I wasted years, thinking that I could be happy with him.
< p > I looked at my husband that evening.
< p > It was not perfect.
< p > but it was real.
< p > He was next to me.< p > and I stopped wondering for the first time in years what would happen if & hellip;
< p > because I already knew.
< p > If …
< p > that would be the biggest mistake of my life.