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Say "I love you", say "love" It does not mean anything The sincere words, those that have value They are the ones that come out of the soul And in my soul are born just white words 

Love is a dangerous game 

Hello Charlie, she said. It was my first day of my 5 th year in elementary school. Her name was Julie, my first taste of falling in love, so at least I thought it was. And it was.. 

Teenage love

Everyone on Earth knows that time of life when your relationships are over, but for some reason, you don’t give up. I don’t understand why it was so for my ex-wife and me, but we we

Just be a good person

It was a typical Friday night for me, hanging out with my buddies at the only bar in town Jack Tavern. I was downing some beers and blowing off some steam after my wife left me for 

Topless

Even though Im a hopeless romantic Ive had the worst luck with women. So when my cousin Lisa kept pestering me to go out on a blind date with some girl named Marcy.  I said thanks b

The Best Sex Lessons I Ever Learned

When I graduated from school, I had a strong desire to travel. I planned to explore Europe for a month or two, but I had to put that dream on hold due to unexpected family matters. 

My dream trip to Europe

Let’s say I’m not such a remarkable writer or storyteller but there’s something I have to say. Just to let it go, I guess.

Love on the hiking trail, or the revenge marriage

Get away from me and do it soon, before I lie to you. Your sky turns gray, but I'm already walking through the storm.

Impossible to love

Happy Women's day

I am a writer of adult content romance; and a composer of popular songs. I am currently engaged in finding a woman of any nationality to marry. As a writer, I know all about love in

Women's empowerment

Say "I love you", say "love" It does not mean anything The sincere words, those that have value They are the ones that come out of the soul And in my soul are born just white words Questions without answer full of hope A love like mine cannot be drowned like a stone in a river A love like mine cannot end I haven't been away, I forget you And you can't burn Cause it's made of fire Neither lose nor win Cause this love is not a game dreams that are love They are dreams that are pain and i need to know If you want to be my lover It's nice to laugh, love and live all for someone And, if necessary, suffer, cry or die for that someone I need to know If you want to be my lover I need to know If you want to be my lover

I'm dying to beg you not to leave, my life. I'm dying to hear you say the things that you never say. But I shut up and you leave

I keep hoping that someday I'll be able. To not hide the wounds that hurt me at the thought.That I'm loving you a little more each day.

I'm dying to embrace you and for you to hold me so tightly.

I'm dying to have fun and for you to kiss me when I wake up. Nestled on your chest until the sun comes up.

I'm getting lost in your lips that come whispering closer.

I'm dying to know you, to know what you're thinking about. Open all your doors and overcome those storms that want to bring us down.

To focus my gaze on your eyes, to sing with you at dawn.

And to see in your face every day that seed grow.

To create, to dream, to let everything emerge.

Putting aside the fear of suffering. I'm dying to explain to you what's going through my mind. I'm dying to intrigue you and keep on being able to surprise you.

To feel every day that crush when I see you. What difference does it make what they say? What difference does it make what they think? If I'm crazy it's up to me

And now I'm looking at the world in my favor again.

I see the sunshine shining again. I'm dying to meet you, to know what you think.

To open all your doors and to overcome those storms that want to bring us down.

And to see in your face every day that seed grow. To create, to dream, to let everything emerge. Putting aside the fear of suffering.

For my lady

Hello Charlie, she said. It was my first day of my 5 th year in elementary school. Her name was Julie, my first taste of falling in love, so at least I thought it was. And it was.. she was the most beautiful girl in the whole school. My Julie. Now we’re talking about , what, 10-12 yr. Old. Who knows. I remember I was so shy when ever she came around. She would always call me Carlos, said it would sound better when I would ask her to be my girlfriend. Carlos and Julie. So like many women here, take the first step towards me. I admire that. As going for your future husband. Now that’s moxie..!!

I remember when I use to be in a hurry to see her on weekends, I would put on my best clothes and shine my shoes. I guess you can say she was my first love as a teenager. We graduated. She went away for the summer with her family. I was never to see her again in my life. She was my soulmate. And this is why I do believe in past life’s. She’s out there somewhere.&nbsp;&nbsp; 

Juliana…. My Juliana…&nbsp;Blooming Memories….&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;

They always live in our trinkets. Every person cleans up from time to time, disassembles things and stumbles upon certain memorabilia.

With a tremor in your hands, you take the little things that once were everything. Things are not just junk, &nbsp;They carry a memory. But not just a thought about the past, but something more. They carry the energy of a person. You used to communicate with this person, but he left a ordinary pen. And already there is a cycle of thoughts in my head. Inside, the warmth spreads pleasantly, and then squeezes to the point of anguish in the chest. These people are no longer around, but their presence is in these things. Doesn't it look like magic? You feel your native smell again, and your head starts spinning.

Sometimes, such feelings come up not only from the old trinkets you found. They appear when you come to the clearing where you once sat with friends. Or, walking down the street, you will remember how you walked here with a girl from the past.

Everyone on Earth knows that time of life when your relationships are over, but for some reason, you don’t give up. I don’t understand why it was so for my ex-wife and me, but we were together for 7 years, 3 of which were more friends than a couple.

My life was perfect when I went to college. I had chosen Mechanical Engineering because I used to build some things for an easier life when I was a kid. So, I was sure of my choice and of everything related.&nbsp;

The time passed too quickly. I was studying all day long, not even having time for beers with friends on weekends. And I actually loved it. I watched myself becoming the man I was dreaming of becoming: with a high IQ, knowing almost everything in engineering, and a prestigious career.&nbsp;

But, with a great mind comes a big disaster. I was totally drowned in my work. I graduated from college and immediately got the job because I was one of the year’s best students. My work was also perfect: I was doing important things I believed would change the world. Sometimes I even forgot to go home to sleep, taking naps on my worktable with my drawings and calculations. Coffee was my favorite food. I was sure that my work was indeed my life. Likewise, I was selfish and a very nasty person. I had a high IQ but needed to work on my EQ. God knows I tried my best.

My future wife was an intern helping with paperwork and correspondence in our office. She was gorgeous. Young and fresh, she used to laugh at everything. Her smile was like a sun. I heard her joking every time she was on our floor, and my heart stopped. Every time. She was wearing many silly clothes. And it was even funnier because everyone wore standard blue, black, or brown suits.&nbsp;

Once I was at my limit, I was ready for a step. But instead, I asked her not to make noise when coming up to our floor. And I planned to invite her for dinner at a new bar around the corner. I knew she loved beer and buffalo wings. She often said that she and her friends would order a massive basket of wings and talk about relationships all evening. But, I could not squeeze out a single acceptable word from myself. Just a pompous “Please, miss, stop making noise every time you show up on our floor. It’s distracting from the work process. It feels like you’re not bringing letters but quoting a collection of unfunny jokes!”

When I realized what exactly I said, it was already late; I saw the complete disappointment in me in her eyes. I realized that nothing in my life had hurt me so much as that look of hers. She just silently turned around, handed over the papers, and left.

After that, she came to us coldly and quickly: she simply handed out correspondence and promptly left. No smiles, no winks, no jokes. The work has become a real torture. I have been waiting for her appearance on the floor all day. And that motivated me to do my job perfectly. And with me being a fool, it ended.

I needed to learn how to change this. I was desperate and couldn’t think of anything more imaginative than just going to a jewelry store and buying a ring as an apology. The next day I was nervous and expected her arrival as never before. I heard footsteps and jumped out of my chair, spilling coffee on the blueprints. But I didn’t care; I just wanted to apologize. When she opened the door, I ran up to her, stuck the box with the ring in, grunted “I’m sorry,” and stood right next to her. I wanted to know that she liked the gift and would not throw it away. Opening the box, she laughed radiantly in her usual manner and asked if it was a proposal. Laughing even harder, she said she would appoint a dinner with her parents because it was wrong to get engaged without her father’s blessing.

I didn’t know what to say. I just silently nodded and mumbled. Turns out that’s how we got engaged.

I was the happiest man alive. The perfect scenario of life. Great wife, a big house in the suburbs, good job with a fine salary. I thought this would last forever.

But I was ungrateful. You see: when we got married, I was accepting everything for granted. My wife gave up on her career for me. But still wasn’t blaming me for that decision. Every evening I came home, there was always food, love, and acceptance. She always understood when I was gloomy. She knew what to do when I was ill. And I never knew what to do when she was moody. I just was yelling at her. We began to fight almost every evening. I stopped coming home in time. Always some kind of silly excuse, “Sorry, an important project. Will be late. Bye.”

One day I came home at 9 pm and couldn’t find her. She just was not there. The house was empty, with me in the middle, not knowing what to do. I thought she went to her parents. But they also didn’t see her in a while. I understood: she had left me. Because I was a stupid, ignorant jerk that didn’t love her as much as she deserved. That night, I was crying my heart off for the first time. She showed me my worst side to understand how bad I am.

For the next few months, I hardly worked. I was just coming to the workplace, drinking coffee, shifting the calculations from one folder to another, and leaving for an empty house. Guess she was tracking me and how I sank lower and lower to the bottom. One day, she just came home while I was at work. It was so simple: I arrived, and there her things were in their places, dinner was ready, and she was waiting.

I vowed that night that I would never make her cry again. If only I knew that the past really couldn’t be changed.

A couple of weeks later, she announced that she was pregnant. I was delighted because I could not imagine that I would have a dream job, a big house, and a real family. However, something didn’t fit in my brain. I was happy, but a strange feeling inside reproached me for this. And I was right: it was not my child. When she left me, she already had another. Long before that day. I didn’t know how to be. I would like not to remember, but my brain is so arranged that I recall everything in the world.

So, I went to the bar. After sitting there until morning, I decided to forgive her. After all, the child does not need to know that I am not his father. I still loved my wife, even though I was in incredible pain. I just wanted to have a family.

When I returned, we discussed everything, decided on a plan, and began preparing for a child’s birth.

Unfortunately, my wife was unable to carry the child. A month later, she fell down the stairs and had a miscarriage. I was grateful to God that she survived. But I was shattered because I could not believe this had happened to us.&nbsp;

I started drinking heavily. Every evening with two or three glasses of whiskey. On weekends, a bottle of bourbon or a couple of beers. After work, I visited the bar, where I sat until closing. My wife thought it was because of her, but I could not explain that it was because of my disappointment in life. That I hate myself for allowing myself to yell at her. I am angry because I didn’t carry her in my arms or give her the whole world.

And that’s where the end begins. She supported me during these times. I was there for her when she needed me. But we were nothing more than friends who lived in one house. That’s it.&nbsp;

On our seventh anniversary, she gave me her diary, where she was writing from the first day of our relationship: the day I gave her a ring. And I knew she was saying goodbye in that way. But I was ready.

It was a typical Friday night for me, hanging out with my buddies at the only bar in town Jack Tavern. I was downing some beers and blowing off some steam after my wife left me for the fifth time. It was nothing new. everyone in town joked that she just used me for a paycheck. And they were right.&nbsp;

But back to the story. About 10 o clock that night a woman I hadnt seen before walked in the door and sat down at the bar. She had long blond hair down to her ass and she was shaped like an hour glass curves.

&nbsp;I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. She caught me staring and smiled like she held the secret answers to everything.&nbsp;

I started for the bar but my buddy caught me by the shoulder and said wo where you goin? I pointed and smiled. He said aint she a little too young for you. I’m single and ready to mingle, I said drunk off my ass. The other two guys cheered me on and I was ten feet tall and bullet proof. There was no way I was leaving that bar without speaking to her.&nbsp;

I approached her and asked could I buy her a drink. To my buddies surprise she smiled and offered me a seat. I ordered her a beer and another for me. We sat talking at the bar. Turns out she was a little young for me she was 30 and I was 45 at the time but that didnt seem to bother her none and it sure as hell didnt bother me.&nbsp;&nbsp;

After buying her a few drinks we were both tipsy. But the conversation was great. Every now and then she’d giggle and touch my shoulder. Before I knew it&nbsp; Tom the bartender was yelling last call. And she said something like I guess youll need some company?&nbsp;

The sexual tension between us was undeniable. She gave me one look and I knew she was coming home with me. So I called a ride and we headed back to my place.&nbsp;

&nbsp;I wanted her so bad that my hands were shaking as I poured us both a drink. She sat on the couch took off her jacket and slipped off her high heels. I just about spilt my drink down the front of my shirt.&nbsp;

I didnt wanna screw things up. So i sat down and started talking again. I wasn’t nervous before but now I&nbsp; was. Here was this beautiful girl on my couch fifteen years younger then me. Damn. I was hoping I could deliver.&nbsp;

&nbsp;I talk too much when I’m nervous. I was telling her a story about this crazy horse we had when I was a kid. And just about that time she stood up and took off her shirt. My eyesjust about popped right out of my head. She mustve noticed because she laughed and said enough talking.&nbsp;

We started making out. She was an incredible kisser. I was completely lost in the moment all caught up in her. It was a thrill I hadn’t had in years.&nbsp; She was young and beautiful and I felt like the luckiest guy. the heat of her body against mine gave me a head rush.&nbsp;

It had been so long I knew I wouldnt last much longer&nbsp; so I started taking off my clothes.&nbsp;&nbsp;

I grabbed her hand and started to pull her toward the bedroom. Thats when the front door flew open, and there she was - my ex-wife.

And I never hated her anymore than I did in that moment. I was stunned frozen in place.&nbsp;

That woman could ruin a wet dream. She looked at me with that look she always gave me like she was ready to rip my head off. She started screaming cheater and whore at Sonya.&nbsp;

Poor Sonya grabbed her shirt and covered her chest looking at me like what the hell. Looking like she was about to cry.&nbsp; I stumbled over my words, trying to explain the situation, but my ex-wife wasn't having it. She kept yelling and screaming. Throwing shit evrywhere. Basically humiliating me in front of Sonya.

I tried to calm Sonya down and explain, but it was no use. Sonya looked at me with a mix of sympathy and disappointment before she left, closing the door gently behind her. My ex wife stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her. I was left standing there, feeling humiliated and defeated.

I sat on the couch, feeling like the biggest loser in the world. Thats exactly why Ive sworn off American women. 

Even though Im a hopeless romantic Ive had the worst luck with women. So when my cousin Lisa kept pestering me to go out on a blind date with some girl named Marcy.&nbsp; I said thanks but no. Come on she said. How about Saturday? I didnt reply.&nbsp;

But Friday night came and I was sitting alone on the couch with a bag of chips and nothing to watch I texted her and said alright I’ll do it.&nbsp; Lisa promised me that&nbsp; this Marcy girl was perfect for me. I didn’t know about all that. But I was hoping so.&nbsp;

Lisa arranged for us to meet at a nice restaurant downtown. I have to say she picked a good spot. And when my date walked in and stopped at my table I thought she was asking for directions not sitting down. Hi I’m Marcy. Jake right? It took me a minute to get my shit together and answer.&nbsp;

I mean their she was in this little black dress hugging her body in all the right places. Hot red lip stick and legs for days. And I’m thinking where did Lisa find her?!&nbsp;

A 10 for sure. She sat down and scanned the menu. I recommended something the alfredo I think. How about you order for me she said. She started talking about her job and I didnt hear a damn word she said. I couldn’t get over how gorgeous she was. In my head&nbsp; I was thanking God for Lisa setting me up on this date. I was thinking is this fate or just pure luck?&nbsp;&nbsp;

After a couple glasses of wine I relaxed a little We talked and ate, and laughed. We had soo much in common.&nbsp; We were both the youngest of three both went to the same college liked the same music same movies. I was impressed by how smart and funny she was.

The way she kept biting her bottom lip when I talked really caught my attention. To be honest it got me a little worked up.Theres no telling how many glasses of wine we drank I know at least 3.&nbsp;

Sometime after her third glass she started playing footsie with me under the table.&nbsp;

Then she got up and moved her chair closer to mine.&nbsp;

About that time the waiter came out and asked us did we want dessert or the check. Whats for dessert she said looking directly at me. She slipped her hand under the table and slid her hand up my thigh. Teasing.&nbsp; I picked up a menu and read the dessert options aloud. Cheese Cake.&nbsp;

No. she said. I cleared my throat and the waiter said he’d give us a minute.&nbsp;

Pie? No. Sorbet? No. She just kept moving her hand up and down my thigh. Until Finally she leaned in and whispered in my ear lets just skip dessert.&nbsp;

By the time we got back to my place we were tearing each others clothes off. Knocked over a shelf in her living room before finally making it to the bedroom. Her body was amazing. It was the best sex I had in my life.&nbsp;

The next morning, I woke up the next morning happier than I had been in long while. But she wasn’t in bed next to me. I was thinking maybe it wasn’t as good for her as it was for me. But a few hours later she texted me&nbsp; saying she had a great time and wanted to see me again.

I was thrilled. I had finally found someone I could have a real relationship with. But as the days went on, things started to turn sour. She quickly became demanding and clingy. Had me jumpin through hoops.&nbsp;

She would show up unannounced at my apartment expecting me to drop everything and entertain her. Which at first I liked. She made me feel like the only man on earth. She was wild in bed too. Then one night I wanted to go out with the guys and she threw a tantrum like a two year old.&nbsp;

I tried to be patient with her because she could be sweet and the sex was awesome. Especially when we made up after one of her fits.&nbsp;

But eventually I had enough she showed up at work and got the cops called.

I realized that even the best sex aint worth all that damn trouble. Who needs all the drama? Save it for someone else because it sure aint me. I have her blocked but I still see her messages pop up from time to time and think about the good times.&nbsp; She taught me some things that would blow your mind. But like they always say you can’t fix crazy like that.

When I graduated from school, I had a strong desire to travel. I planned to explore Europe for a month or two, but I had to put that dream on hold due to unexpected family matters. After college, I thought I would have a chance, but I started working at my alma mater and have been there for over 15 years.

And as I entered my early forties, I yearned for adventure and a chance to explore the world. Finally, I had enough money and time to travel. I have always wanted to visit Europe's historic cities and charming villages, and it is time to realize this dream.

My journey began in Paris, the City of Lights, and I was immediately swept away by its enchanting beauty. I strolled along the banks of the Seine River, admiring the graceful bridges that spanned its waters and gazing up at the iconic Eiffel Tower, which loomed majestically in the distance. As I wandered through the city's winding streets and grand boulevards, I indulged in the rich cuisine and decadent pastries that France is famous for, savoring every bite and reveling in the country's culinary delights. And, of course, croissants.

From Paris, I traveled to the rolling hills of Tuscany, where the warm embrace of the Italian countryside greeted me. I spent hours wandering through the sun-drenched vineyards and olive groves, sampling some of the best wines and cheeses the world has to offer, and soaking up the stunning beauty of the landscape. The region's vibrant colors, fragrant scents, and energy left me feeling invigorated and inspired.

Next, I made my way to the historic city of Prague, where I was transported back in time by its stunning Gothic architecture and rich cultural heritage. I climbed to the top of the Old Town Hall Tower, taking in breathtaking views of the city below, and explored the narrow, winding streets and hidden courtyards. I also visited the famous Charles Bridge, where I listened to local musicians and watched street performers captivate the crowds with their incredible talents and charisma.

As I continued my journey through Europe, I was struck by each destination's impressive diversity and unique charm. I explored Berlin's bustling streets and vibrant art scene, immersing myself in its rich cultural heritage and soaking up its dynamic energy. In Amsterdam, I marveled at the picturesque canals and colorful tulip gardens, taking long walks along the water's edge and basking in the sun's gentle warmth. Of course, I tried being a typical tourist, so I tried some good stuff in muffins and candies. It was… I can't even describe how it was. Just relaxing. And everything is indeed tasting much better after a doob.&nbsp;

But the most meaningful part of my journey was my visit to the birthplace of my ancestors in Ireland. Here, I discovered my family's rich history and experienced the warm hospitality of the Irish people, who welcomed me with open arms and shared their culture and traditions. Walking through the verdant fields and rolling hills of the countryside, I felt a deep connection to my roots and a profound appreciation for the journey that had brought me here.

Throughout my travels, I met fascinating people worldwide, each with their own stories and adventures to share. I learned new languages, tasted exotic foods, and tried new activities, pushing my limits and embracing new experiences enthusiastically and joyfully.

As my trip ended, I realized this journey had been more than just a vacation. It had been a life-changing experience that broadened my horizons, challenged my assumptions, and filled me with a sense of wonder and gratitude for the world around us. Ultimately, my incredible trip to Europe gave me memories that I will treasure for the rest of my life and taught me the value of taking risks, embracing new experiences, and appreciating the beauty of our diverse and fascinating world.

This trip changed my perception of my ancestors and the world around me. How much is immeasurable… I still have so much to do. But the first step is already there! What will be next?

Our story started really lovely. I was in my early 50s.

Emily (I changed her name, of course) and I had been hiking enthusiasts for years, but we had never met until one fateful weekend.&nbsp;

We both had planned a solo hike but started our journey at the same trailhead.&nbsp;

I was immediately smitten with Emily’s sparkling green eyes and contagious laughter.&nbsp;

Emily was a petite woman with a fiery spirit in her late 40s, and she found my sense of humor and adventurous spirit irresistible, of course.

She had no chance to resist. Just kidding.

As we hiked, we discovered a mutual love for the great outdoors, and our conversations flowed effortlessly.&nbsp;

That was really surprising for me. Usually that’s not how it goes between women and me. So far, so good…

So we talked about everything — our favorite hiking trails, most exciting adventures, and future plans. When we reached our first campsite, we felt like we had known each other forever.

And that was literally the first time in my life! One more surprise. Wasn’t that too many for one day?

That night, we sat by the campfire, sharing stories and sipping hot cocoa.&nbsp;

Suddenly, a raccoon darted out of the woods and headed straight for our food bag. We both jumped up, determined to protect our provisions.&nbsp;

And in the chaos that ensued, I tripped over a log and landed flat on my back with a thud.&nbsp;

Emily couldn't help but laugh at the sight of me sprawled out on the ground, and I couldn't help but join in.&nbsp;

From that moment on, we were under the impression we had some chemistry going.

And we were inseparable. For some time…

Over the next few months, we explored countless trails, climbed rugged mountains, and crossed treacherous streams together. We experienced the awe-inspiring beauty of nature and the thrill of adventure.&nbsp;

We also experienced some hilarious mishaps, like the time we accidentally set our tent on fire while trying to cook dinner. How come?

I forgot to turn off the camping stove, and the flames quickly spread to the tent. Luckily, we could extinguish the fire before any real damage was done, but we spent the rest of the evening huddled in our sleeping bags, shivering and smelling like smoke.

But that was damn sexy! Absolutely unforgettable moments, if you know what I’m talking about!

Our love only continued to grow stronger with each passing day after that awkward adventure! We shared a deep connection — the deepest I’ve ever had in my life! And that was the best sex I’ve had, either!

And as we stood at the summit of our latest conquest, watching the sun rise over the horizon, I thought (I hoped!) we would continue to hike and love together for the rest of our lives.

And I proposed to her! I was truly, madly, deeply in love with her and couldn’t help but ask her to be with me. You know, if you think you’re losing her, you ask her to marry you. And I was afraid she had been slipping out of my hands… So I decided to tie the knots…

But she said YES! I was on cloud nine and didn’t even think about why everything happened that fast and smoothly…

After our small wedding, we set out on our next adventure together – our honeymoon tour. We dreamed of backpacking through the wilderness and experiencing the raw beauty of nature.

We spent weeks planning our route and packing our gear, ensuring we had everything we needed for the long journey ahead. Finally, the day arrived, and we set out into the unknown.

As we walked, we marveled at the stunning landscapes around us. We saw towering mountains, sprawling meadows, and pristine lakes. And we encountered all kinds of wildlife, from deer to bears and even a majestic bald eagle.

But as the days passed, we realized that this adventure was not going to be easy. We faced challenges that never encountered before, from treacherous terrain to unpredictable weather.&nbsp;

And that was only to begin with! Then, guess what? Now I’m not kidding you!

One day, we woke up to find that a raccoon had stolen our food! He got us this time, huh?

And we had to hike for miles on an empty stomach, feeling weak and exhausted.

Another day, we had to cross a raging river, clinging to each other as the water rushed past.&nbsp;

Despite the challenges, we continued to push forward. And I thought everything was ok. We knew that we had each other to rely on, which gave us (me, at least) strength.&nbsp;

As we reached the halfway point of our journey, we came across a small town nestled deep in the mountains. And we decided to take a break and explore the town.&nbsp;

After our rest day, we set out again, feeling refreshed and energized. We continued to hike through the wilderness. A crystal-clear river, fish jumping out of the water, mountains, and the stunning vista below.

Finally, after several weeks of hiking, we reached our destination: a remote lake nestled high in the mountains.

We spent the next few days exploring the area, fishing in the lake, and enjoying the peace and quiet of the wilderness. Sitting around the campfire at night, we talked about all the adventures we shared, made love, and looked forward to all the ones still to come.

As they hiked back down the mountain, I felt that we had grown even closer on this journey. I was sorely wrong…

When we returned home, I looked through the photos we had taken and relived the memories we had made. And I thought that journey was far from over and looked forward to all the escapades we would have together in the years to come…

A few weeks later, someone knocked on our door. That was one of Emily’s friends. And after she quickly left, Emily started to pack her stuff.

I was wondering what was happening and asked Emily where she was going.

But she started crying and said that she was not honest with me. And we had the REVENGE MARRIAGE!

I couldn’t believe her, I thought she was kidding me!

Emily had always thought that she and her ex-husband, Tom, would end up together forever. They had been high school sweethearts and had shared many happy memories.&nbsp;

But when Tom cheated on her with her best friend after 20 years of being married, their marriage quickly fell apart.&nbsp;

It broke Emily's heart, and she was devastated. She couldn't believe that the man she had loved for so long could hurt her so badly.

Emily tried to move on with her life, but she couldn't let Tom go. She still loved him, even though he had betrayed her.&nbsp;

One day, we met on that hiking trail, and she devised a plan for revenge. She would marry a man that she didn't love simply to show Tom that she could move on without him.

She knew that I was in love with her, but she didn't feel the same way. Nevertheless, she decided to use me for her revenge plan!&nbsp;

I thought such a story could happen in some TV series, but not in real life, not in my books!

And now Emily decided to get back to Tom and help him — he was in the hospital with some kind of heart attack or something. I thought Emily was still in love with her ex. And decided to let her go… Sad but true.

But that wasn’t it. Emily said that her revenge plan backfired when she realized that she had fallen for me. I was everything Tom wasn't; at least she said so — kind, caring, and loyal.

Emily realized she had made a mistake by using me for her revenge plan. She had hurt an innocent man who had only wanted to love her. And now she hated herself because she couldn’t help but go to the hospital and give Tom a hand as he had nobody to take care of him.

As she kept talking, I realized that I was hurt, my heart was tearing apart but I was still in love and ready to move on with our life.

So, yes, she was the drama queen, absolutely. And she was not transparent with me. But we only lived once, and I decided to help her with her ex and we both went to visit him at the hospital.

Tom was fine after a few weeks in the hospital. And Emily had finally moved on from Tom. She had learned that revenge wasn't the answer and that sometimes, the best revenge is living well.&nbsp;

We were good for some time after that. Emily seemed happy with me, and that was all that mattered.

Why I’m telling you this now? I just wanted to let it go. We broke up 2 months ago…

Get away from me and do it soon, before I lie to you. Your sky turns gray, but I'm already walking through the storm. 

Get away from me, run away, go away, I shouldn't see you anymore. Understand that even if I ask you to leave, I don't want to lose you. The light no longer reaches.&nbsp;

You don't want to walk on pain barefoot. An angel takes care of you. And put the truth in my mouth to show you the way out

And get away from me, loveI know that you still have time. I'm not who I really look like and sorry, I am not who you think, I did not fall from the sky. If you still don't believe me, love and you want to take the risk, you will see that I am really good at deceiving and making suffer, whom I love best. 

Get away from me, because you well know that I do not deserve youI would like to regret it, be the same and not tell you this. Get away from me, run away, go away, I shouldn't see you anymore. Understand that even if I ask you to leave, I don't want to lose you. And get away from me, loveI know that you still have timeI'm not who I really look like and sorry. I am not who you think, I did not fall from the sky. If you still don't believe me, love.&nbsp;

And if you want to take the risk you will see that I am really good at deceiving and making suffer

When women have a thousand powers. They are eagles, moons, warriors.&nbsp;

Throwing barriers without stopping. Someone said women are fragile

They are magical flowers of steel.&nbsp; Who think of others first.&nbsp;They are not afraid to fall

For they know how to shake off the dust without losing faith.

Women of fire and giant hearts.&nbsp; Capable of going forward even in the face of pain. To give their lives for love. Women as intense as shooting stars.&nbsp;With invincible dreams that shine in every place.&nbsp;

That teach us to fly and overcome every storm

They breathe light and freedom. They build roads.&nbsp;

They have a thousand words of comfort.&nbsp;

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