I broke the bumper of her car, and she shattered my heart into pieces. I’m at her feet, with all my heart open: she’s married and has no plans to get divorced. Her husband isn’t the best spouse, but they have a child, and it seems she loves him…
He drove into our car—and into my life. He paid for the car repair out of his own pocket. But how do you repair life? I think about him, even though I shouldn’t; I compare him with her husband… and not in favor of the latter.
And the worst part is that he made me an offer I can’t refuse… and I don’t want to…