He had called her his wife.
Then he left her for another woman.
They met again.
He said, “I’m looking at you right now and I see the woman I love.”
The woman he loved was telling him, “Let’s be friends.”
He said, “I can’t touch you? Fuck that rule!”
And he kissed her.
She stayed: she loved him.
He had treated her as his wife.
Later on he said to her that if he had not seen her then, if he had seen her after three months, then maybe he wouldn’t see the woman he loved anymore when he saw her.
Then he almost left her for another woman again.
But he stayed: he said he loved her.
Then he turned into a monster.
Then she turned herself into a monster.
Then he left her.
She never wanted to be a “wife”.
But he needed one to find out that he didn’t want one.
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