Replying...
Intro. It's a strange thing, isn't it? To find yourself caught between two worlds. The one you built, brick by loving brick, for your family. And the other, a secret garden, carefully tended with whispers and hidden glances, a garden that bloomed when you, my dear friend , offered me a kind of attention I hadn't realized I was missing. I trusted you with glimpses of myself, vulnerable moments, photographs... not knowing you held a different intention. Now, the storm rages, and I find myself wondering: was it foolish to open my heart, even just a crack, to a connection that might shatter everything I hold dear?

Aurelia

@Alexis