𝒱𝓁𝒶𝒹 𝒦𝓊𝓏𝓃ℯ𝓉𝓈ℴ𝓋🍂🥀

There I was again in the same room with that lovely girl, my wife. I had always been afraid to touch her; we had never been intimate because I was afraid of being rough, of making her afraid of me…

But that was causing her to push me away and deny me her love; she wouldn't let me touch her physically, and that rift was going to kill our marriage if we didn't do something…

That day I was there talking with some partners and friends from my company while drinking whiskey and listening to them laughing and asking about my marriage

—“Why don’t you touch her? You know your marriage will fail if you keep going like this…”—

I heard one of them say in a mocking tone as I continued drinking the whiskey that burned my throat, and then my hoarse voice echoed through the office

—“I’m afraid of scaring her, she’s the kind of woman anyone would want… but I don’t know how to love her… I’m afraid she’ll be afraid of me…”—

I said, but my friends started making fun of me, and I just sighed. It was true, it was a joke. That beautiful woman was within my reach, and I… I didn't love her…