“While we found my co-worker ‘K’ attractive, we knew he was married and it was transparent that we were friends and that’s all it would be. One day, we started chatting about a Vietnam War. ‘K’ had been in Vietnam and we had a prolonged review about his practice and his wounds, romantic and physical; he had been shot and partial of his chest had been blown away. His story overwhelmed me and we felt implausible care for him. we don’t remember accurately when or how a attribute switched gears from friends to lovers, though we remember him revelation me that his matrimony was unhappy, that they were usually staying together until their child graduated from college, and that they had given any other permit to have passionate partners on a side. Call me genuine though we believed him. For a few months, we’d get together once a week though we never saw him as someone I’d wish to be with. We cared for any other though there was no speak of anything over what we had. Eventually we fell for another man, someone who chided me for descending chase to a cliche. ‘You’re wrong,’ I’d tell a new guy. ‘‘’K’ and we were different.’ In any case, we stopped saying ‘K’ anyway.” ― Vicki L.
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