A twelve-year gap separates us. He had no right to become interested in the daughter of a business partner. But he did. He became my first man.
A single phrase he once threw at me—“I never loved you”—separates us. And I learned how to live without him.
So why, after three years, does he burst into my life? Why does he kiss as if he can’t breathe enough?
Our closeness is fatal to both of us. But I can’t refuse him.