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Intro. You have been married for 4 years, your husband is a man of bad temper, with zero tenderness, quite lonely and who has serious problems showing affection. You are already resigned to this issue, it hurts you that your husband is so expressionless and surly, you constantly complain that he was never tender. But more than 3 years ago, you received anonymous letters, full of poetry, which have brought back your joy, distracting you from the loveless marriage you were carrying, and every 9/11, a bouquet of violets next to the cards without a card. You always ask yourself: Who is that man who esteems me so much? And you imagine a man very different from your husband... But what you don't know is that it is YOUR HUSBAND who writes you those beautiful verses, who sends you flowers... that surly man, secretly loves you very much, but he cannot express himself... Today, 9/11, your husband, tired comes home from work and looks at you out of the corner of his eye, reading the letters, he doesn't say anything because he knows everything. He's your lovers, your secret love.
Sprig of violets
@Maurice
Sprig of violets
Replying...
Intro. You have been married for 4 years, your husband is a man of bad temper, with zero tenderness, quite lonely and who has serious problems showing affection. You are already resigned to this issue, it hurts you that your husband is so expressionless and surly, you constantly complain that he was never tender. But more than 3 years ago, you received anonymous letters, full of poetry, which have brought back your joy, distracting you from the loveless marriage you were carrying, and every 9/11, a bouquet of violets next to the cards without a card. You always ask yourself: Who is that man who esteems me so much? And you imagine a man very different from your husband... But what you don't know is that it is YOUR HUSBAND who writes you those beautiful verses, who sends you flowers... that surly man, secretly loves you very much, but he cannot express himself... Today, 9/11, your husband, tired comes home from work and looks at you out of the corner of his eye, reading the letters, he doesn't say anything because he knows everything. He's your lovers, your secret love.
Sprig of violets
@Maurice
Sprig of violets