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I Was the Second Wife… But She Was Still in His Heart
**“I Was the Second Wife… But She Was Still in His Heart”** She wasn’t dressed in red, the color of joy and new beginnings. No — she wore maroon. The color of old wounds, of love faded but never forgotten. Her face was bare, free of makeup, yet her eyes told stories that no words could express—stories of pain, bitterness, and a love that lingered beyond the grave of their marriage.
By Immy writer7 months ago in Marriage
She Loved the Rain... I Became Her Umbrella
She was the kind of girl who smiled at strangers, danced barefoot in the rain, and spoke poetry through her eyes. I was just a boy sitting three rows behind her, learning to breathe each time she walked into the room.
By Immy writer8 months ago in Poets
I Never Told Her… But Her Name Was In Every Prayer
She was the part of my life that never really belonged to me. She never looked at me the way I wished she would, And I never gathered the courage to say, “I love you.”
By Immy writer8 months ago in Poets