I was about to leave my husband to run after my ex, but I woke up when he said one sentence.

(Dan Tri) - Once, I whispered: "What if I followed you to the South and started over?". Cuong looked at me as if to ask if I was joking or not? Then he said something that made me both sad and embarrassed.

I met Cuong again on a sunny winter day, when he went to the North to attend a conference related to his major. My first love - the boy who had sown in my heart so much love during my adolescence - suddenly appeared after many years, in the appearance of a successful, mature man, making my heart flutter with old emotions.

When Thao - my old classmate - texted me: "Today, I met Cuong. He's still handsome, cool as ever, and still single", all the old memories suddenly came flooding back to me like a slow-motion movie. In that movie, there was love and anger, happiness and suffering.

Cuong and I studied in the same high school. Right from grade 10, I was impressed by Cuong's intelligence and handsomeness. In grade 11, Cuong became the class monitor and he became a role model for many girls. Luckily, Cuong liked me. Because perhaps, among my classmates at that time, I was the most beautiful.

Student love has gone through beautiful, innocent and pure years. Cuong once hinted that he would go to university, get a job and marry me. I rejoiced in the picture Cuong painted with a strong belief.

I was so infatuated when I met my ex that I forgot that I already had a family and he was no longer immature (Illustration: KD).

But then, a big turning point happened when Cuong failed the university he wanted. He chose to apply to a university in the South to study the right major.

Studying far away, Cuong only came home 1-2 times a year. The new environment, new life made Cuong gradually become distant. Or maybe I loved him and expected too much so I was disappointed. On a cold Christmas night, while sitting huddled in a small room, watching my friends post pictures of their outings on their personal pages, I texted to say goodbye.

Cuong read it, but it was not until the next day that he replied: "If that's what you want." Of course, that's not what I wanted. But look at him, not a word of clinging, not a single regret.

I graduated, went to work, met Quan, was pursued, sought after, and pampered by him. Thinking back to the years I loved Cuong, I felt like I was being compensated. So, when Quan proposed, I did not hesitate to nod. Women should marry the person they love so they do not have to suffer much sadness.

I don't love my husband as much as he loves me. Our married life is peaceful and warm, passing day by day. My husband indulges me and I have no reason to be dissatisfied with him.

"I heard you're in Hanoi, do you want to have coffee?". For some reason, I texted Cuong. Maybe it was out of curiosity, or maybe it was because I thought it was all in the "past tense".

Until I saw Cuong, I felt like I saw myself again when I was young. The same face but more mature and angular, the same voice but slower and gentler, the same eyes but deeper. Cuong slowly asked me about my job and family.

He explained why he agreed so easily when I said goodbye that year. Because at that time, he had just received the news that his mother had cancer. I said goodbye at the time when his mental state was at its worst, so he didn't hold on any longer. After his mother passed away, he also decided to start a business there because there was nothing left to keep him here.

We talked a lot and realized that we still had a lot in common. During the time he stayed in our homeland, we met more than once.

Every time I see him, my emotions come alive a little more. And I realize, I still seem to love him, with some regret. Maybe that’s why when he held my hand, then put his arms around me, I ignored him.

I am no longer the proud 20-year-old girl I was before, so I easily confessed my love. We had sweet moments together that made me feel lost, not wanting to find my way back. My husband is very good, but with him, I do not have the same fluttering emotions as with my first love.

Once, in Cuong's arms, I whispered: "What if I quit my job and follow you to the South to start over?". Cuong looked at me, as if to ask if I was joking or not. Then he frowned: "What about your husband and children?".

Of course, to have one thing, I have to give up another. I can't have both a husband and a lover. As for my child, if my husband doesn't agree to let him follow me, I will let him raise him.

Cuong looked at me again, his voice starting to become strange: "If you do that, I think I will be disappointed in you, and even stop loving you. A woman who can abandon her husband and children, throw away the warmth of her family to run after another man, doesn't deserve to be loved. You're kidding, right?"

I looked at Cuong dumbly, my heart was punched by his words, both painful and embarrassing. It turned out that Cuong met me again, said he loved me, even slept with me and considered it just a passing pleasure. He did not expect anything from this relationship, nor did he want to accept it.

I was stupid and Cuong knew it so well that he didn't need to beat around the bush or hide it, but told me straight out that I wouldn't be worthy of love if I wanted to be a bad person.

I looked at him and suddenly laughed out loud. Perhaps, I should thank him for telling me, in fact, what a hateful woman I am.

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