It’s complicated or not

I fell in love with this beautiful girl in my class, Rekha. Every romantic movie and song seems to be telling the story of my heart. My best friend also liked her. After secretly admiring her for two years, we decided to pour our hearts out to her by writing letters. I was certain that she would choose me; I saw it in her eyes. Well, no one could resist my charming personality.

I wrote a long letter, proposing to her that I see my future with her. Also, I told my weakness, admitting that I am possessive and jealous  by nature. Still, I asked her to be my girlfriend.

My best friend also sent a letter to her. We were both eager to know her reaction.

The next morning, I happily got ready for school, knowing I would get to see her on the way. After some distance, I saw her walking her bicycle with my best friend.

Immediately, I understood that she had chosen him over me. I was angry; no one could love her more than I did. He might be an easy-going guy, but I was an intense lover. Why did she choose comfort over passion? She knew my love for her. My expression might have been different, but I was sincere.

My heart was broken. After that, I focused only on my career and became a successful professional. Girls came and went in my life, but I never felt the same way again. One day, a girl came into my life who accepted every challenge I gave her. She never turned me down, not even once. She was ready to make any compromise for me. Soon she became my habit.

A few years later, guess what, I also chose comfort over love and married her. She was perfect for me.

My life was very comfortable. To keep some spark in the marriage, I sweetly flirted with other women, though nothing serious. I always kept my wife informed about it too. She seemed okay with it. She might have felt jealousy but never expressed it. On the other hand, she never flirted with any other man because she knew I could not handle it.

10 years later, at a party, I met Rekha again. We were happy to see each other. We became family friends, often meeting each other for dinners and lunches; she with her husband and children, and I with my wife and children.

Soon, I realized that I still loved her, and my feelings for her had never gone away. We started chatting on the phone, and whenever it was possible. Finally, we confessed our feelings for each other. She was clear that she could not leave her husband and family for me and my situation was the same.

I told my wife about the whole situation, and she did not react. We all pretended things were normal. Sitting among everyone, Rekha and I could feel a strong connection. The intensity was piercing our hearts, longing for each other. It was beyond our understanding. How was it happening? What would be the solution?

One day, I found some chat on Rekha’s phone. She seemed to be flirting with other men. She explained to me that it was just to make her life a little interesting, nothing serious. But I could not accept it, we started fighting and arguing about the same thing again and again.

Suddenly, one day, we stopped talking to each other.