Sometimes the Wrong Things Feel Good
Micro Fiction story
I never realized how prohibited things felt until I kissed a married man. How can something wrong feel like bouncing on clouds? Am I ashamed? Well, it was raining tears from my eyes after it happened. Maybe it's because a married man sees me as the most beautiful flower in the universe and my husband sees nothing when he looks at me, he never cared to continue making the flame high. The funny thing is that if he found out about the kiss, he would become a monster; while I still became his best friend when he slept with other women.
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Diani Alvarenga
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This was just so sad!
A tricky situation expressed with such powerful words 🥲❤️ Amazing work, Diani!