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That whispers of my Heart

I met her at a friend's art exhibition. She was different – her laughter was like a melody, and her energy was infectious. We got talking, and there was an instant connection, something electric.

That Whispers of My Heart

As weeks turned into months, our casual meetings became more frequent. We'd meet for coffee, laugh over trivial things, and share stories about our lives. It was exhilarating, like being on a rollercoaster ride. She made me feel alive, something I hadn’t felt in years.

Our 'fun' started off innocently enough – shared jokes, long walks, and deep conversations under the stars. It felt good to be with her, and I found myself drawn into this whirlwind of excitement. We'd spend hours just talking, losing track of time. She had a way of understanding me, of seeing a side of me that I had forgotten existed.

But it wasn’t just the talks. It was the adventures too. We’d explore the city like tourists, visit hidden spots, and try new activities. She introduced me to new experiences – from spontaneous road trips to trying out exotic cuisines. Every moment with her was unpredictable. Of course, we did cross that line that should not happen

Yet, every night when I returned home, guilt crept in. My wife, oblivious to my inner turmoil, would greet me with a smile, and it cut through me. The stark contrast between my secret life and my home life was overwhelming.

The more I spent time with her, the more blurred the lines became. I was living two lives – one where I was the responsible, married man, and the other, where I was someone else entirely.

Now, I'm at a crossroads, and the weight of my choices weighs heavily on me.

What should I do?


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