The love she gave me
Was different from the love you gave me
The way she kissed my lips
Was different from the way you kissed.
Her big, brown almond eyes, told me stories.
Your ocean, blue eyes told me different stories from hers.
She left me.
You stayed.
But she is still my lover
You are still my wife and;
You are still not her.
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You Are Not Her ✔
RomanceA short story about a man in love with woman but married another. However, will he try to love his wife or will he leave her to be with his lover. #shortstory_2
